So yeah.... I found this huge pile of nachos one day... just kinda sitting out in the open. No one was around, and, well, I love nachos, so I went to investigate. I took one of the tortilla chips with some of the gooey cheese on it, and started to eat it.
Next thing I know, I hear this low growling noise, and the pile on nachos moves on me! I took a step back, and this.... nacho monster rose up from the melted cheese.
I took one look at him, turned and ran, with the tortilla chip still in my muzzle. Lucky for me I'm a fast runner, and was outrunning him pretty easy.
What you guys *don't* see here though, is that halfway through my running I realized that, while he *is* a monster, he's still made of cheesy nacho goodness, so I turned to face him, and just started grabbing handfuls and eating, until the nacho monster was no more.
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And if ANY of you actually believes I'll never touch nachos again, shame on you for not knowing me better than that.
