Marcos remembers his childhood in Gran Mexico. Sheila, who always smiled like the sun, is now gone. Marcos lets all of his rage explode against the terraformars, his eyes filled with tears of sorrow for his fallen friend.
Hey! Don't touch my chest!
‫ويحك! لا تلمس صدري!
Hey! Finger weg von meiner Brust!
¡Oigan! ¡No me toquen el pecho!
¡Pero bueno! ¡No me toquéis el pecho!
Hé ! Ne me touche pas
la poitrine !
Ehi! Non toccarmi il seno!
Ei! Não encosta no meu peito!