Yesterday afternoon, just after high tea, I chanced to pass one of Los Mutantos in a local vestibule. His implanted left-ear cell phone was firmly affixed, and as he turned, the gods smiled and removed all obstructions just long enough to show me the hand-held "regulation" cell phone that the mutant was holding to his right ear.
I can only surmise that he was having a very important, ultra-secret conversation with himself!
On a lighter note, his brain must have been bombarded by microwaves from every direction!
These people have to go... but where?
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