Hey, your face, come on, your sock looks familiar to me...

I always have to wear socks to be recognized...

One of the two: either you're Subcomandante Marcos or that long-time comic book writer.

Subcomandante Marcos was also a salesman at Corte Inglés in Barcelona, not a joke, Fernando Savater told me. And my last name is about 24.3 centimeters long and 5.1 centimeters in diameter.

I'm sorry, but you didn't kill yourself?

Unfortunately, I only killed myself artistically, but give me some time.

Artistic suicide, of course... Now I remember your drawings!

Remembering my drawings leaves you in a poor place. I would remember other things: first kiss, first love, first bell...

It was also said that you drew with your tail. It must be exhausting.

I’ve only done it once and it’s really uncomfortable.

Oh, but they were comics for smart people.

I doubt that intelligent and cultured people waste their time reading comics.

You drew mostly for the female audience.

Well, yes, I like female meat more than coffee milk.

Too bad you don't like fucking them.

You’re still raw: young females pretend to like to fuck in order to look modern.

Without wanting to be indiscreet, Princi-pito or Letizia, who did you spend better with?

The princi-pito with the comic. With letizia and sex, which my wife forbade me to publish, I had a coitus interruptus.

Don’t you want to relive moments like this?

With age, things are more than missing.

Any other nonsense?

I don't like the sign at all, it looks like a Christmas flag. I prefer the Spanish a thousand times, its colors invite you to live, like Martinia.