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At 2:36 a. m. your drunk butt screams for tacos and you yell Pat like it’s the only thing that can save you.
PaAAAAT! I can’t see straight and I need a taco or I’m gonna die.
Pat! My brain is melting and I need tacos now or I’m gonna haunt you.
Pat! I’m not drunk I’m just partially dead and I need tacos.