TOPIC: A Story by Walrus

I went to Tacobell, I ordered a taco. The waiter shrugged and flew on a penguin. The taco was laying on the ground. I want to be a Taco for God.I held the taco in my hand. It felt warm in my hands, like a baby's palm. Tacobell looked at me with a memorizing stare. I looked back. The waiter came back with a batch of chalupas. I want to be a Taco for God he said. He was true. He gave me the chalupas with his sweaty muscular hands and said " Don't betray us, Tacobell is superior to McDonald's and KFC". I cried and whelped, but KFC's fake genetic chicken? He put his cold, antarctic finger on my mouth.
"Shhhh". I did as he said. After all, I want to be a Taco for God. Glen Bell stood there with a rifle, and shot the employee. He was a impostor of the Salads. I cried, he was feeding me salad. Glen Bell was disappointed. I was disappointed. I wanted to be a Taco for God. My dad came and said " You never be a taco ". I called him a " vegetarian". He hit me. Glen Bell vanished.
I want to hold Tacobell up.