“How many of you does one city need?” Rockatoo grouses, slipping into Spanish rather than English for the complaint.
Eyes narrowing Megamind turned his head to glare at the mouthy woman. The Spanish he knew was the heavy slang from his uncles and the prisoners he grew up with, but he knew it very well. And all the swears. He snipped back in his slang dialect, “You have a problem with blue?”