I saw himsitting there, his tortilla cooked to a golden brown. His cheese melting over the ground beef beautifully, and just a little sour cream dripping out of his opening. I wanted to say something to him, but I cannot, for I am a burrito. So I just stared at him, for hours.
Before long, the creature that brought this gorgeous man to my presence sat in front of us. Its fat rolls were distracting, but all I could focus on was him. The giant took a packet of hotsauce out of the bag he used to bring him here, and proceeded to poar its contents all over him. It made him shine like water on the skin of a fur seal, being eaten by a shark. I wanted nothing more at that moment than for his beans and my beans to connect and for our two forms to become one in an act of intence passion. If I could walk, I would run into his non-existant arms, and never let go.
I new that I would find a way to be with him, but for now, all I could do was sit there and stare. As the world went by around us, all I could think about was him, and how nice it would feel for our bodies to touch. But thoughts of him were quickly replaced with thoughts of terror, as the giant lifted him to it's mouth. If I had eyes, I would have been sobbing as the creature chewed and chewed on him, eventually swallowing him completely.
I thought my life was over. All I wanted at that moment was for my suffering to end, but I was given hope by the same monster that took it away from me. As I was being chewed, I was the happiest discount mexican food in the tacobell, because as I slid down its esophagus, I knew that I could finally be, with him.
