"I wish I had a cold can of Taco Pop that would never run out!", You say with a dreamy grin. "I could float on a endless cloud of energy and taste". It appears on your table. The endless Taco Pop! You test it out by tipping it up and guzzling and guzzling. Sure enough it never runs out! You quit your job and you just hang out at home chugging from your wonderfull can! You are in love. Your eyes are glazed over from the cannibis like herb mix the helps give the pop its savagely mexican air. You don't eat, just drink. You rarely sleep. You are like a lab rat hitting the pleasure butten again and again untill it dies from exhaustion and starvation. The same thing happens to you.
The End ⤓