There's a lot of Spanish in this one so I've included the translation below. I really like the language barrier in this one y quiero escribir más leyendas bilingües en el futuro.
"Hello Maria, how are you?" Brock asked, smiling.
"Bad. I'm doing badly. And I'm not Maria, I'm Peter." She said.
"Peter? What about him?" Brock tried to understand.
"I am him." She pointed at herself. "That witch trapped me in her body while she pretends to be me. It's infuriating."
"Okay I don't... know what you're saying." Brock replied.
"I don't know what you're saying." Peter took off his heels.
"Oh yeah those can't be comfortable." Brock agreed.
"I can't understand English anymore, dude. And clearly you don't understand me either, so I don't even know why I'm trying to talk to you. I guess I'm just letting off steam."
"Okay, yeah. Still don't know what you're saying."
"And that bitch made me come to this fucking dance in this fucking dress that barely covers these fat tits. These things sweat too!" She fanned her cleavage. "And every time I sit down I think I'm going to tear the fabric with this thick ass. And the one time I tried to dance, Randy Hoss started grinding up on me!"
"Ew Randy Hoss? What a creep." Brock puckered.
"Exactly. Ugh this spell messes with my head and makes me want to fuck you. You're a good guy and a great friend."
"Friend! That means friend, right?" Brock grinned.
"Friend, yes." Peter smiled. "Screw it, I'm going to take you to the ladies' room. Come on." She turned and waved him on.
"You want me to follow you? Where are we going?"
"Come on, buddy. You're lucky, I'm horny."