Oh geeze. Taco Pop does not mix well at all. The gurgling sound is actually scaring you. You can see your belly wiggle and swell. Your mind fades into the image of a south seas volcano. Savages dance around in your gut, chanting, drumming, stomping. They lift a virgin up with their hands...she looks like your stomach, a oblong gray sack of tissue. Sweat is pouring down your face and your clothes are soaked. You close you eyes in agony as they toss the virgin into the mouth of a smoldering volcano.
They scream as the volcano does not accept the sacrifice. No the virgin was tainted...tainted, like you tainted your stomach with Cult Spread.
Your mouth widens involuntarily and the muscles in your neck clamp and tighten jerking your head into a eerie upright position. You heave a fiery spout of molten vomit into the air. You can almost see smoke, but its actually fumes of steam streaming off the hot bile meeting the cold air of your kitchen.
Red, thick lava that reeks of fish and taco spice, oozes down your face as multiple explosions of vomit shoot out of the crater of your mouth into the air.
You are on your knees nearly unconscious. Your face is burning from acid and pepper spice from the pop.
You wretch a few times and no vomit comes out. You wretch again and fill your pant legs with steaming watery shit that bubbles out, burning your thighs.