Not burritos again.
“I have a craving. Deal with it.”
Sacred Mother, it gives us gas. It’s uncomfortable.
“It gives me gas, and I’ll eat what I want.”
You forget that I am the Chosen One, the Bringer of Balance, the…
“You don’t get to be in charge till you’re out. Oh, kick my bladder all you want, kid, worst that happens is a puddle.”
Fine. Eat what you want…
“Thank you, I will.”
…but I caution you: the day will come when you will eat only what I allow.
“Not if I drink a bottle of Drano, it won’t.”