The rice grains pelted our faces–our faces shielded by pan-seared tortillas, haha! The joke was on them. Not even the soggy, beef soaked jabs of their tendrils could turn us away. However, we knew the corn-based shielding wouldn’t survive the night, forcing us to sizzle up some charred rabbit fur to weave into the protective…

“What a large box of meats!” said I, hiding the pan of heated oil behind the swollen belly of a grossly oversized Patagonian Cavy. They looked at me puzzled, shimmying to the side, their feet stirring the dust, and quickly grabbing the buried cable to shield themselves with pulsating power of these links. Joel Rae…