They descended on him like a pack of hyenas about to feast on a fallen impala.
"Tangina Faulkerson, sunggab agad agad?" Jerald, not one to mince words, took the first bite.
"Buti di ka binigwasan. Mukha pa namang palaban yun. Ano bang sumapi kasi sayo at tinuka mo si Mendoza?" Tuns, happily slumped over the employee lounge's couch, followed up before Jay could say anything.
And as was customary, Sam had something to say too.
"Dude, I gotta hand it to you. You got cojones, Papi. Grande. Didn't think you had it in you. So ano, kayo na ni Mendoza?"
If looks could kill, people would soon be talking about the Massacre on the 24th floor and a manhunt would have already been put into place for one Jay Faulkerson, Jr. Sadly though, all his looks ever did for him was break his heart.
"Pota. Hoy, Faulkerson! Ano na? Tameme lang? Nakahalik ka lang nagkaganyan ka na. Spill, pare. We need details. The juicier, the bett-- ARAY kingina! Gago ka, Gogna. Ansakit nun!"
Before Jerald could retaliate, and before Tuns completely fell asleep on the couch, the fallen impala finally said something.
"Sam, take Mendoza off my team. Lipat mo kay Tuns."
"What? No. Can't do it. Won't, even if I could. Pero teka, why muna nga pala?"
"Why muna nga pala... tangina bumbay, why so shala? Want to make sama sakin outside to make tusok the fishball?"
"Pakyu ka Napoles. Manahimik ka nga diyan! Ano, Faulkerson. Sagot! Bakit ko aalisin si Mendoza sa team mo?"
"Because I want to kiss her again."
And with one last mighty push, the impala got up and without looking back, ran as fast as his legs could take him, away from three very bewildered hyenas.
