"Welcome to Taco Haven, may I take your order please?" the voice rang out of the talking taco speaker.
"It is hard to believe the volume of shit-for-brains burritos you have created,"
the driver of the SUV shouted back.
"Excuse me, did you want to order now?" the voice clanged.
"My sense tells me that you are just another dog damned closet queer, even though you claim to be straight. These worthless, elongated shit burritos are an indicator."
"Was that just one burrito you wanted?"
"Your wimp super burrito has all the signs of being queer bait. No real man would put up with any of your cockamanie burritos. A real man, not your fucking wimp workers, would have kicked his burrito sucking wife out the front door of this taco joint and told her to get lost,"
the driver replied.
"Does that mean you want the 'Super Grande Burrito' instead?"
"Unfortunately, there are far too many of you sick, shit-balls making your burrito garbage on this forum. You give away what you really are, asshole, by what you make and the way you make it. So stick this and the rest of your worthless burritos, demeaning real men up your gay boy ass!!!"
"Okay, okay already. That is one Deluxe Big Ass Burrito, you want anything to drink with that?"
"Oh, yeah a medium Diet Coke."
"We don't have Coke, how about a Diet Pepsi?"
"Do you really think that all this lust based drink you taco slingers talk about and which is consumed in real life everywhere on this sick world is a free ride for those participating?"
"Guess that means no Diet Pepsi. Sorry," the talking taco speaker whined.
"Sorry? Your satanic abomination called the sexual revolution/women's liberation has created more cheating whores and their lover-boys than you could imagine."
"Okay... that will be a dollar seventy eight, please pull up to the second window."
"I want hot sauce with that please," the driver replied just before putting the SUV in drive and pulling up to the second window. He pulled out two dollars and waited.
After a few minutes the window opened and a man with an odd headset said, "Okay, that's a dollar seventy eight."
The driver reached out with his money and as the taco slinger took the money the driver said, "I am John Trevore,
I urge you to take great caution, I am thy god, ye turn from my messengers and mine ones sent forth again unto you and deny these words, and ye err beyond they comprehension. So be it. I am..."
"Oh my, you are right, that burrito is on sale, it's only a dollar fifty nine until Saturday." He recounted his change and handed it to the driver. He then handed the driver a bag and said, "Thank you for choosing Taco Haven."
The driver drove down the driveway and then pulled out onto the street. He reached his hand into the bag and then howled,
"Woe unto them that turn aside the just for a thing of naught and revile against that which is good and say that which is not of worth for they shall be thrust down."
"John, John, calm down, what's the problem now?" the passenger in the SUV asked.
"He forgot the hot sauce."
"He forgot the hot sauce?"
"Yeah, he forgot the hot sauce."
"I tell you John, you really got to take it down a notch. I mean you are a preacher, the head of the second largest church in the city and you just screw around with people."
"What are you talking about Gary?"
"The taco guy."
"He was a soulless sinner, he needed saving."
"He was selling burritos, it's a completely legitimate job."
"He was promoting lust, selling those things."
"The burritos?"