"Hel-"
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TACO BOY!"
"Uh. I think you called the wrong number."
"WHAT?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? GREGORY IS THIS YOU? WAIT, YOU DON'T SOUND LIKE GREG.... WHAT.. WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING? DID I SAY SOMETHING WRONG?"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Asher. You idiot!"
"I can't believe you fell for that. I'm offended, can you not recognise my voice? I thought we were best friends!"
"YOU SPOKE IN A WEIRD ACCENT OKAY!"
"Yeah, yeah. Thanks by the way."
"I hate you for the almost heart attack but since it's your hatch day, I'll let it slide."
"Hatch day? Why are you so weird?"
"I'm not weird, I'm unique."
"Weirdo."
"Learn to embrace your weirdness, taco boy."
"Anyways, what would you like today?"
"What's your favourite?"
"Combo three. It has-"
"I'll take two."
"Two, huh? Are you cheating on me?"
"Yup. His names Netflix. We're having a threesome with my bed."
"Interesting. Tell me how it goes."
"Will do."
"Your order will be there in approximately thirty minutes."
"Actually, I just want one."
"But you said two. I've already placed the order."
"I know. The second one's yours. It's on me. Happy Birthday once again."
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Taco House of Love
Short Story"Hello, thank yo-" "Yeah, yeah cut the crap. I'd like to order a large pepperoni pizza with extra cheese and garlic bread on the side." "Uh, ma'am.. We don't sell pizzas." "What are you talking about?" "You called the Taco House. We sell tacos." "...
