Contains: a wolf, a fox, club music, and the second person informal imperative.

Roland's vacation in Argentina isn't going so well until he hits up a dance club and finds out that the music is pretty catchy. And becomes a Latina vixen in the process but hey, them's the breaks. Or as they say in Spanish, soy el rey de los murciélagos grandes, ¡arriba!

(Soundtrack for writing this provided by The Cat Empire.)

Thanks to rolandvoidheart for commissioning me!