It was a dark and stormy night. It was just me and my tacos cowering in the corner as a the dark enchilada man inched towards us. Whispering as he went, "Enchiladas are better." over and over again. I whispered tom my tacos, "Be strong my children." All of a sudden he just stopped, and said, *ad pops up*, " I don't like tacos!"
It was a dark and stormy night. It was just me and my tacos cowering in the corner as a the dark enchilada man inched towards us. Whispering as he went, "Enchiladas are better." over and over again. I whispered tom my tacos, "Be strong my children." All of a sudden he just stopped, and said, *ad pops up*, " I don't like tacos!"
I have always wanted to read a story about tacos! XD Welcome!
He brought up a knife ,recently purchased from a cosplay store, and made for my tacos. I grabbed my shield of toppings and blocked the thrust by just 5 whoppers, (which is a unit of measurement in this dimension), the knife got stuck in the shield and I lunged for the sacred blade of "TACO BELL" and thrust at his nanny pouch that held the enchiladas he was carrying. It cut it opened and they slowly fell out. "No! My enchiladas!" He screamed. He fell to the ground gowning from loss of food. I ran and escaped, ... for now.
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