βHow many of you does one city need?β 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, βYou have a problem with blue?β
βWhat makes you think that? she taunts, eyeing the apparently familiar man in front of her. Not skipping a beat when he responds and proves his own understanding, now sheβs smirking to herself.
Crossing his arms, Megamind raised an eyebrow at her. Her tone of voice telling him all he needed to know in his opinion.

βYou just seem like such a fan!β he continued in in the same language, dripping with sarcasm.Β