Snacks of Ragin' Fury

Kevin brought snacks. Bob knew that smell. It reeked of bad decisions. Then he saw it... El Diablo. And that's how the fight started. Smuggled in Taco Bell, thought he was a hero, bag hit the cockpit, Bob turned to stone. He stared at the logo like it owed him a debt, sighed "not again… I am not ready yet." Kevin said "It's just tacos" Bob cried "You don't know" then he whispered a name and the lights went low ...El Diablo, yeah, the air went still, and if looks could kill, Kevin just wrote his will. The vibe got tense like a shutdown screen, snail glow flickerin' Baja green. Kevin grabs a taco, takes one defiant bite, Bob launches a packet yells NOT TONIGHT! SNACKS OF RAGIN' FURY! food fight in flight, Taco Bell trauma on a Friday night. Queso on the ceiling, sauce on the glass, Bob yellin' "JUSTICE!" Kevin yellin' "KISS MY ASS!" SNACKS OF RAGIN' FURY! crumbs everywhere, snack bag open like a cursed affair. One stupid snack and it all got worse, now they're losin' control in the dumbest curse. Packet hit the dashboard, splattered the glass, Kevin's screamin' "BRO!" and it all went fast. He slips sideways in tortilla grease, Bob glides in circles, "THIS IS NOT MY FATE!" Salsa on the window, queso on the dash, Kevin tries to fix it, makes a bigger splash. Cheese in the air like glitter gone wrong, chips hittin' buttons, they don't belong. Kevin grabbed the bag, "I'm takin' control," Bob launched another packet like a missile from hell. Nachos slid across the cockpit floor, and that's when Bob went feral: I AM NOT LOSIN' THIS WAR! Crinkle-crash, chaos in stereo, Bah hah green glow like a danger halo. One snack turned into total assault, and Kevin yelled "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" SNACKS OF RAGIN' FURY! food fight in flight, Taco Bell trauma on a Friday night. Queso on the ceiling, sauce on the glass, Bob yellin' "JUSTICE!" Kevin yellin' "KISS MY ASS!" SNACKS OF RAGIN' FURY! crumbs everywhere, Kevin in the cockpit yellin' "THIS IS NOT FAIR!" One snack bag opened, now the ship is cursed, and they're losin' control in the dumbest mess. Kevin yelled "HEY BOB! CATCH!" and throws chips full speed, Bob yelled "I HAVE NO ARMS!" Kevin just nodded, indeed. Chips hit a button, alarms went wild, and Bob hits rocket mode like a disco crocodile. Now Bob is spinning and glowing and launching sauce too, and Kevin's dodging nachos like "WHAT DID I DO?!" Rocket glitches sideways, doing wild donuts, spinning Baja vapor and nacho comets. Cheese rains down in a tragic romance, Kevin dodges nachos in a panicked dance. Bob goes feral with a smear and a flick, crumbs hit the cockpit, he’s screamin’ "YA PRICK!" Kevin’s yellin’ "I’M INNOCENT!" slippin’ in goo… and the ship smells of regret and queso stew. SNACKS OF RAGIN' FURY! no peace, no calm, they're living in crumbs and fermented bombs. Cheese on the ceiling, sauce on the glass, and both of 'em swear they didn't start this spat! SNACKS OF RAGIN' FURY! it's out of control, snack shrapnel damage to Bob's tiny soul. Taco Bell in space was a terrible first, now they're outta control and it's gettin' worse. Footsteps… crunch… Llama pauses... "What is that smell?" Queso drips from the ceiling. They both yell "HE DID IT!" Llama rolls her eyes turns around, and just walks out. The llama will absolutely not comment.