The unarmed Spikes are escorted to the center of the gathered collection of sofas, over stuffed chairs and loveseats where the gathered Chulos have congregrated[sp]. The appearance has people obviously nervous, including the trolls although they are hiding it well. The contingent of Chulo guards remain poised to attack...either the Spikes or any Chulo that breaks the truce of the meeting. After the whispered buzz of excited talk there is an air of dead silence.
Don smiles "Well I guess you have our undivided attention...." a sharp bark of a voice, not unlike handling a dog Pablo adds "Let them speak, before you bore them to death!" The eyes are darting across and a murmur of hushed insults and inflating talk is isued amongst the cliques, Paco turns back to you smiling. "Man...is this going to be fun to watch."
The Troll's voice booms out naturally loud, it is almost to loud in the immediate area of the underground garage. "Youz got da same problemz az uz! Same thorn in da side. Youz knowz we Spikes gots no loves fer da Elves, dat dont meanz we blind to da scene yo'. Da Cutterz got hitz an' nobodyz knowz who did itz, the 'weenerz got hitz from da Ancientz....youz do the math. Every gang dat getz tooz big getz whacked. Everybodyz knowz the Ancientz whacked da Cutterz butz toz 'fraid ta sayz it loud."
The Troll stops for a second, obviously used to having to wait for his normal audience to catch up with his words.
"We Spikez is dem enemiez, but we aintz gonna bez de next hit. Chulos iz big gang, youz next."
The troll stops, but looks as he has more to say, he hesitates letting the Culos absorb and discuss his words.
