[IntelMustDie]

I was one working in Columbia as a missionary with a Columbian monk of the name Alejandro. Now, as monks we had taken the vow of silence and couldn't speak but we knew we were much alike and had become good friends. Then, one day, we found some paper and pencils inside the church and began writing to eachother. Alejandro told me that he is really a wanted criminal and is pretending to be a monk to thwart his would-be captors. I asked him if it was the drugs and he responded that he makes a living smuggling Mexican fruit nectar drinks into the U.S. to avoid paying taxes on them. I then asked if I could try a peach mango fruit nectar drink. He handed me one and then the next thing I knew I woke up here.