Prologue

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Jesus, the cartwheeling ninja, found himself in an unexpected predicament. He stood before a Taco Bell counter, a soft taco kit in hand. The task seemed simple enough, but as he fumbled with the tortilla, a wave of self-doubt washed over him.

Across the counter, a man wearing a t-shirt emblazoned with the image of Somersaulting Sensei Buddha watched him with a knowing smirk. The man, a self-proclaimed expert in all things Zen and martial arts, seemed to radiate an aura of superiority.

Jesus felt a surge of anxiety. He'd conquered countless foes, scaled the highest mountains, and even battled demons from the underworld. But assembling a simple taco? It was proving to be his greatest challenge yet.

He tried to focus, to channel his inner peace. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He imagined himself as a warrior, fighting against the forces of tortilla-related chaos. But as he opened his eyes, the tortilla slipped from his grasp, landing with a pathetic thud.

The man in the Buddha t-shirt chuckled. "Perhaps you should stick to cartwheeling," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Jesus felt a surge of anger. He'd faced down dragons and dark lords, and he wouldn't be defeated by a flimsy tortilla. With renewed determination, he grabbed another tortilla and began to assemble his taco. Each step was a battle, a test of his skill and patience.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the taco was complete. It was a masterpiece, a testament to his perseverance. He held it up triumphantly, a defiant smile on his face.

The man in the Buddha t-shirt was speechless. He'd underestimated Jesus, and now he knew better. As Jesus walked away, the man couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for the humble ninja who had conquered the ultimate challenge: assembling a taco.

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