"Whatever it is, save a place for me," Vasquez insists from behind the man, having been staring at the eyesore for too long, mostly lingering because he's still annoyed about the lack of swearing, but given that every time he lights up a cigarette, he gets glared at, it's only enough for him to want to stick around and make them glare some more.

It makes up for the fact that he can't swear in English or Spanish, which is pretty much how he gets through any day, so he'll take what he can get.

"I've got two hands and three guns, you name the place," he says, not entirely sure if he's just joking.