El Presidente Carlos Quintana gazed out the window in his luxury suite at Gotham skyline and smiled. "Ah, this is truly a magnificent city, is it not?"
"If by magnificent, you mean crime extremely depressing, then yes, it is" came the reply from Foreign Minister Maria Quintana, who did not even bother to look up from the diplomatic relays she was reading through.
"Hmph, you're always such a buzz kill. I should never have let you come along on my vacation."
"This isn't a vacation. It's a diplomatic mission"
"See?!" Carlos exclaimed, twirling around dramatically and pointing at his older sister. "Right there! Buzz kill. You have never been any fun! Even as a kid, you were always clouding things with your 'facts' and 'knowledge'. I could have been riding a polar bear to school if you hadn't dashed my dreams!"
Maria sighed and rubbed her temples.
How on Earth am I related to this idiot? "You couldn't even ride a bike. Riding an aggressive mammal was definitely out of the question."
"Says you."
"Yes, says me. And since this is a diplomatic mission, perhaps you should actually interact with some of the members of the JLA instead of wasting time going to plays!"
"Hey, firstly, the Dark Musical is not a play, it is a musical. Secondly, Superman wasn't available today, and no one else is important enough that I should have to talk to them. And thirdly, you're ugly, so NEH." Carlos retorted childishly.
"You are such a child." Maria turned back to her reading. Suddenly, one piece of news in particular caught her eye. "Oh no, this can't be good."
"What cant be good? Carlos responded idly, now rummaging through the suites fridge.
The Greater Cascadian Empire has started implementing some new anti-Latino laws. They are getting even more supremacist than I had thought. This, coupled with their recent history of aggression, could make things very hazard-
%$#&!
Whats wrong?
This stupid hotel has no rum!
Maria sighed. You know, you dont need alcohol every single day. Not to mention that there are other varieties to choose from.
You expect me to drink that swill the Americans call beer? Bah! Ill just have to grab some from the gift basket.
Wait, what gift basket?
Oh, I just put together a couple things of rum and tobacco to give to Superman.
You did WHAT?! Didnt I specifically say that Superman shouldnt be given ANY alcohol?
Carlos dismissed her objections with a wave. Oh, come on. Nothing bad will happen. Besides, Ill be damned if I am outdone by those French Commies! he cried, making his way towards the door.
Wait, you still havent addressed the situation with Cascadia!
Oh that. Well, youll come up with something. Im off to get blitzed, as they say
Diplomacy:
To the desk of the Martian Manhunter, Justice League of America:
First, let me apologize for any alcoholic substances that make their way into the hands of Superman. El Presidente is, well, an a$$, and rarely does he act in what a rational manner when alcohol is involved. Thankfully, he is also prone to heavy drinking, so there is a good chance that he may go through this gift basket he has prepared by the nights end.
Onto more serious business, the United Banana Republic wishes to extend a
Defensive Pact to curb the aggression of the Greater Cascadian Empire. I know that you are probably concerned about the state of our leader, but let me assure you that we have more competent advisors to keep him in line. The fact that the UBR has imploded yet should be a testament to that.