Tortilla Tale

It was a den of cutthroats and theives, killers and gangs, and liars and bullies. A dog eat dog world, or in this case, burrito eat burrito world. Yes, you know the site of which I speak: Costa Vida. The very name runs chills down your spine and raises the hair on your back. You've been told not to walk alone in places like this. Our story starts when one very foolish burrito did just that. We'll call her J. Zabriskie; no that's too obvious. We'll call her Jody Z.

Jody Z. was a tough customer. She walked into the joint smothered and saucy, looking for trouble and thinking she could handle the trouble she'd get. She stepped into the burning alleyway to melt her cheese when she saw a poor, defenseless, lovely, perfect, sweet, sweet-pork burrito named Kam Tallred.* She rolled down the lane and beat up Kam Tallred with her right and left hooks. Alas, Jody Z. was so entranced with her pounding that she didn't notice the evil mastermind burrito Jar-red sneaking up behind. You see, Jody Z. had fallen perfectly into his trap. Kam Tallred was really not a victim at all: she was bait. So Jar-red sidled up to Jody Z. to give her a solid thrashing, and Kam Tallred joined in the fray, giving Jody Z. a taste of her own left and right hooks. Wham! Bam! Wham! Bam! Jody Z. was pushed closer and closer to the alley's edge until....

Splat!
She fell!

Right
on
the
floor.

*Name has been changed for protection.