In the bamboo house of Shan State in Myanmar, Chepe Saint Cruz and others were watching television. The image of Ribentrop's speech flickered on the screen, and he suddenly burst into wild laughter, kicking over the nearby barrel of rum, spilling it mixed with ice all over the floor.
"Did you hear that? That old bastard said he would twist off our heads!" Chepe grabbed a Desert Eagle and fired a shot into the air, the bullet piercing the bamboo roof and startling the crows outside, "General Khun Sa, look at this, we just sent a little coke as a gift, and they're already panicking like a dog with its tail stepped on!"
Khun Sa slowly lit a cigar, his eyes staring at the distant Mekong River through the swirling smoke: "Panic? This is just the beginning."
He pointed at Ribentrop's face on the screen, "This old fox's daring to publicly challenge us indicates that Mexico's healthcare system has withstood the first wave, they have confidence now."
