Starting To Look Weird

“Seriously, what's with the pants?”

“Do you not like? These are the of finest quality, don't you know.”

“When you decided to become a bullfighter, how did you feel about the uniform?”

“As a young boy, as I dreamed of becoming a torero, I did not like the costume, no. As I became older, I hated it even more, it's true. As I trained, I grew to despise it. It is an affront to all sensibilities. I am suffocating, my friend.”

“Well, take it off!”

“Que?”

“Ditch it! Break free! Let loose! Look at me. Look at how I'm swinging, amigo! Take it all off!”

“I... I will! Yes!”

“There you go!”

“I climb out of the stifling pit of tradition! I am free!”

“Do you need help?”

“Si.”

“Wow, these are tight. Uh, could you...? Actually, you know what? Maybe you shouldn't. This is starting to look weird. I think the crowd is... okay, we're getting the signal to wrap it up. Sorry.”

“No no, my friend, it is all right. Improv is difficult.”