Nicky would blink several times at the woman before him, his drug-and-age scarred brain not allowing him to process even a lick of the spanish just spoken. Instead he put his head down and deferred to Roberto, attempting to get his cohort to come to and address the woman.
"Si...Estamos aquí para las clases, nos inscribimos en línea. Roberto y Nicky, fuimos recomendados al gimnasio por un amigo. Nos gustaría estar en mejor forma, especialmente mi frágil, patético, tonto de mierda de un amigo aquí. Definitivamente, usted debe centrarse en él como él sigue recogiendo peleas donde no debe y va a conseguir a sí mismo, y tal vez incluso a mí, mató a un día con su estupidez."
Roberto's despondence may have finally met it's cure, as getting to see Nicky put through the ringer today would be great. The woman before them seemed a little uncomfortable as Roberto put his response the way we did -- but who was she to turn back a couple of new customers they were actually expecting. As for Nicky -- he just assumed that Roberto said all the right things, completely oblivious to the idea that he was buried in a foreign language -- which was a nightmare scenario for him. Being in his early 30's had been quite the trip for Nicky, from CEO to attempts on his life to searching Mexico for an army, nobody ever thought it would end up like this. The tandem were then led by the woman through the halls of this once-great factory to their next destination.
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