Suddenly, like a wisp of fresh air blowing through the frosty pines of Rome, I turn shapeless into a cloud and blow myself over to where Sarah stands, her face grinning like a wretched mask of hate her evil, murderous broom in her hand, her dust-splattered overalls, streaked with the marks of perspiration. I turn corporeal again,my knife in hand, and start to go for her neck. she looks at me with astonishment. she is helpless. I grab the front of her overalls, and brace myself for the deed I must do. never, never will I be banged on the head by a mean girl with a broom again! I lok at her neck again, but my focus goes behind her, where an offering of the most wonderfullest sort was lying. Nachos, the very essence of my incorporeal abilities! I push Sarah out of the way and make for the nachos, sprinting, keeping my head low. I reac hthe delectable foodstuff, and start to eat greedily. the warm, melted cheese runs down my throat like liquor, the crunchy, salty corn chip tastes like fire. I love it! I moan with pleasure, my head reeling, my senses satisfied. Praise be to Tsa-kobelle, The Macho Nacho, the god of the nachos, praise be to him. I lay out the finest of the Corn ships, and load it with the freshest cheese on the platter, and smother it in the hip flask full of Chunky Extra Hot Salsa I keep in my pocket. I utter a prayer, which goes like this:
Oh Nacho man, Nacho man,
Macho, Macho, Nacho Man
Grant me this day, my daily Nachos
So that I may serve you better
So that my teeth may be forever filled
with the crunchy wholeness of your body,
the corn chip
Let my Tongue be ever satisfied with the yummyness of
the Cheese
And let my senses always be tingling with the spicy hotness of
The Salsa
I moan and pray in my head, and settle down to eat the rest of my Nachos. I finish them and stand up, Feeling like The mighty Macho Nacho himself. "No broom will sweep ME out of the way," I cry "for I have been bestowed with the power of the Macho Nacho!" I point to a lamp-post, and think, slimy strands of mighty Nacho Cheese shoot out and wrap themselves around the lamppost. A mighty sheild, triangular, rough, and slightly curved for better dipping comes from the sky. Chunky Extra Hot Salsa Bombs is another weapon in the battle against the evil Burger-lords.
Come on, puny consumers, for I am READY!
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wow that was a long post I did... slacking I am from my short assed posts :-) 
Originally Posted by HillBilly 
okay then... 
