"Jesus? Hahahahaha! Victor is Jesus, so what does that make me!"
In the mountains of Jalisco, El Mencho couldn't help but laugh out loud at the newspaper, wiping away tears.
"Then boss, you must be Jehovah!" said a flunky, fawning over to his side.
El Mencho happily slapped his shoulder, then clicked his tongue twice, "What do you think about me starting a religious sect?"
The underlings looked at each other, bewildered.
The boss seemed to idolize the Mexican Governor, mimicking whatever he did!
He even studied his speeches on television.
"I want people to shout my name! I want all beings to believe in me, so they might have eternal life!" El Mencho exclaimed excitedly, picking up a Pepsi from the table and downing it in one gulp.
"Boss, the doctor said you shouldn't drink too much of this stuff, you have serious diabetes..."
Bang!
El Mencho threw the bottle to the ground, glaring at the buzz-killing minion, "Do I need your reminders?!"
