I worried when he put the cuffs on me, sure, and I got plenty nervous in the trunk of his car on the ride over here. But I didn’t wet my pants until I saw where the Sheriff of Cabo was taking me.
“You should be proud to die on this ancient and sacred altar,” the Sheriff said. “Brave warriors from many lands offered themselves here so our people would enjoy a bountiful harvest from the sun.”
"I'm dying for your tan?"
Better speak that universal language. “The Famous Author has a little money left,” I said. “He’ll pay you a bribe to let me go.”
“He said no, amigo. We called him. TFA said he could not trust you anymore. You’re always running off somewhere, getting in trouble.”
Rats. Looks like this is it.