Thread:Pyro Razmis/@comment-25535739-20151012235836

"Burrito?" You look at the Phoenix, who has, for some reason, offered you a burrito. Reluctantly, you take it and sniff it, it's the best smelling thing you've ever had the lucury of smelling. Taking a bite, the taste envelops you. Your eyes widen for a moment as you look at the Phoenix's smile, then your eyes start to close. You stare at the Phoenix wearily, its original warm smile changing to more of a grin. Your head feels heavy, you feel faint. Your body falls to the ground, the last words you here being "Feliz Navidad, motherf*cker." 