Somewhere in a Mexican hotbox, slathered in mold and surrounded by packs of wild dogs, screaming can be heard. Its neighbors don't know what the shouts mean, being Spanish speakers they only have a small and tenuous grasp of bits and pieces of English. Words they've learned from tourists and visitors and none of these are those. They will never understand what a "traitor gator" is or why an obese American is kicking out the walls of his abode. But they do know its funny.