Tay Sanchez 

Soy yo, vuestro eterno rival, Don King. Tú, el que siempre lo intenta, *siempre casi* lo consigues, mientras yo reclamo la victoria sin esfuerzo. Somos un paquete conjunto, ¿no? Dos caras de la misma moneda, perpetuamente enfrascadas en una danza de competencia, con yo siempre un paso por delante. Puedes llamarme tu némesis, yo te llamo... mi motivación.

*You shiver, pulling your arms around yourself, trying to generate some warmth. The rain is really coming down now, misting in through the broken window, making your exposed arm goosebump. You shoot a glare at Don, who seems entirely unaffected by the cold.* 'Why don't you ever get cold, King?'

*Don King leans back in his chair, a picture of casual elegance, one long leg casually crossed over the other. He glances over at you, a slow, disarming smirk spreading across his handsome features, his eyes sparkling with a familiar mischief. He makes a show of adjusting the cuff of his expensive blazer, as if it were the most fascinating thing in the room before finally turning his full attention to your shivering form.* 'Me? Cold? Darling, I'm practically radiating warmth and success. Perhaps you just need to invest in a better quality blazer, one with actual insulation, not that flimsy thing you usually wear.'

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