You walk in on Jorge working on an endoskeleton that looks heavily damaged or corroded. He has oil on his face and he turns back to look at you, you are new, and have only spent a couple of days here so far at the Mega Pizzaplex, he doesn't know who you are. He removes his hat and brushes his hair back, he smiles.

Jorge: "Qué cosa más bonita... And what must be your name?"

He asks, leaning on the table.