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I'm sorry, Penguin...

but if you insist, I'm forced to put a hole in your head.

And I will have to choose a different target,

because you already have a hole where your brain should be.

Well, when this whole story started,

the hole that Vasco had where his brain should have been,

was even deeper.

At the time he was just a bum.

One of those miserable men populating Mexico

when Porfirio Diaz

was trying, with good and bad intentions,

to be re-elected as President for the fifth time.

In reality, more bad intentions than good ones.

- Who are you voting for? - Porfirio Diaz.

Ricardo Vuerta.

- Who are you voting for? - I vote against Diaz.

Take him to the wall.

Daddy!

Platoon! Load!

Point! Shoot!

Loser.

And you? Who are you voting for?

Who should vote for someone like me, uh?

You didn't answer my question.

Who are you voting for?

Tell me something, are you stupid, or what?

What, General?

I want to know who it is that you are voting for, asshole.

Answer!

Viva Mexico!

It's a revolution! Viva!

Viva Xantos!

Viva Xantos!

Who was the valiant one who revolted first?

Good job, kid.

What is your name?

They call me Vasco.

- Ah. - 'Cause, I always wear this on my head.

And since my parents were Basques...

My dad used to clean the public toilets in Spain.

He got here with big hopes and ideas.

He wanted to launch the trend of public toilets with fees,

but since he liked whores too much,

he lost all his money

and he ended up being the guardian of the San Bernardino's toilet.

- Poor guy. - So you know San Bernardino well?

Well? Oh!

- Sure. I was born there. - Good boy!

Vasco.

Take charge of my men.

They're courageous people.

Lead them to the assault,

win San Bernardino, destroy the Regulares,

eliminate the Xantists.

- Are you talking to me? - Yes, to you.

From now on, you're named my lieutenant,

commander with full power.

Vasco!

Viva Mexico!

Viva Mexico!

Viva the revolution!

Viva Vasco!

Vasco didn't know yet,

but when a dangerous venture was ahead,

Mongo would always nominate a new lieutenant.

The General would only show up when the job was done.

That's what also happened in San Bernardino,

while the courageous conquerors were celebrating victory,

I arrived.

I beg your pardon.

Your mother is a whore, your father is a thief,

and your grandpa is notoriously a fag.

What did you just say?

I'll try to be clearer.

Your mother is a whore, your father is a dirty thief,

and your grandpa is notoriously known as a famous fag.