Alejandro snickered as he gave the enchilada to Owen. He encouraged that Owen eat it, for it was merely an enchilada.
"Well," Owen thought, "no harm in eating just one, right?"
So he took the enchilada and started eating. Unfortunately, he had eaten twenty-thirds of his dinner that night, and thus he had no room for the enchilada. So he ate about one half of it. (After all, it was a rather large enchilada, and how could one eat something so big with no room?)
"I'll take that for you then, friend," Alejandro said, collecting the half-eaten enchilada and grinning broadly. He then went over to Tyler's luggage, and divided the enchilada in two. Next he placed the two quarter-enchiladas one each into Tyler's socks. Finally, he just about died of laughter.
But the worst was yet to come…
The next morning, Tyler retrieved his socks; luckily for Alejandro, he picked the special pair. He put them on his feet, and then he panicked.
"What is that?" he screamed, removing his sock. "It's all red… I'm bleeding? Am I bleeding? It doesn't hurt…"
His panic turned to confusion and Alejandro turned away, bright red from hiding his laughter for so long.
Tyler was completely baffled! What did he find in his sock? He asked Owen.
"Oh, yeah. That's weird… looks like an enchilada…"
"Do you know how the heck it got in my sock, though?"
"I don't know. All I know is that Al was giving me an enchilada, and I was eating it, but I was full, so I only ate half of it, so then he took the rest of it, and then I don't know what, but the enchilada looked like that."
Tyler decided this was enough information, and stormed over to Alejandro.
"Why did you put your gross enchiladas in my socks?" he yelled.
"The enchiladas weren't gross," Alejandro corrected, "the socks were."
"Whatever! Don't put food in socks!"
"Why not? It's funny."
"Food is for eating! I'll make you eat these!"
With that, Tyler forced open Alejandro's mouth using brute force, and inserted the socks. Alejandro retched and writhed, but Tyler continued to stuff the socks into Alejandro's mouth. When finally he released Alejandro, he started spitting like mad.
"That should teach him," Tyler said, brushing off his hands as he walked away.
