“I know your plan, Mike! Or should I say… Mal?”

Alejandro grinned and grabbed Mal by the collar of his shirt. Looking unamused, Mal grabbed one of Alejandro’s wrist and squeezed it tightly. Alejandro let out a yelp of pain, dropping Mal immediately.

“ACK! LET GO OF ME YOU LITTLE-AY! ¡SANTA MIERDA!”

He started swearing in Spanish because Mal was hurting him so bad.