Chi Chi Bang Bang: Rise of the Silver Tooth

In all of our adventures mentioned thus far it shames us that we have neglected to mention the most influential character of all. One man has stood above the rest in his fine rubber boots, with his beloved shovel in hand and his gleaming tooth. His name is only uttered here with the utmost respect as we bravely attempt a description of such an elucid figure. Finding fantastic fortune figuratively fixated from far, fervently forboding feverish fright follows four fabulous flavours for freakin felebration:

first, flippent finagling;
following, flamboyant frases;
following further, fuerteness ("strength" en espanol)
fourth for final, fiscal fiduciariness

In other words, he is a shining beacon for concrete mixers across the universe(s). He has the innate ability to know exactly when to yell at someone to stop doing something, which some may possess - but few share the quality of also being able to yell at someone to start doing something exactly whence he desires it to be so.

His friends call him Chi-cho. We call him:

Chi Chi, lord of the concrete.

Also, we have never seen him dance, but assume that he is amazing at it.

And also worth mentioning is the fact that we just attended a Dominican Dance party in which Ezekiel broke out the sweetest moves north of the equator and south of the mason dixon line.