She dipped the chip lightly in the cheese before scooping up the delicious mixture of rice, onions, sour cream, peppers, and chicken and lifting it to her mouth, which was salivating in anticipation of this perfect bite. She opened her mouth, wide so she could fit the chicken chunk as well as the sweet corn tortilla chip, and bit down. Perfection. She chewed once, taking in the array of flavors, and again, enjoying every second. But the third time she bit down, she felt the sharp tip of the chip she had seconds ago loved so much tear into the lining of her gums, sending the flavor of her irony blood into the mexican food, ruining her meal.
