>>723239993"Excuse me, I'll hav—"
"WE ONLY GOT TACOS!" the cashier interrupted.
"Ok, I guess I'll have a taco, then." Diper said.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" the cashier yelled.
"I SAID I WANT A TACO." Dipper yelled back.
"Ok, then." The cahier said, then went in the back for a few minutes. When he came out, he was carrying dippers taco.
"That'll one dolla," the cashier said. Dipper gave him the money, and went to sit down at the least grimiest table.
He bit into the hot, spicy, juicy taco, filled with thick, pure, meat, mild, tantalizing black beans, and sour, fluffy, sour cream. He enjoyed the single bite of that perfectly cooked taco, and still tasted it in his mouth after he swallowed it.
But as he was about to bite into it a second time, he felt a churning movement inside his body, something that he had felt often.
"Uh oh." Dipper said, than rushed to find the lavatory.
"Man, that really went through me," Dipper said to himself.
For some reason, the bathrooms were hidden in a corner, far from the counter, and far from the table he was sitting at.
When he walked in, he found that the bathrooms were surprisingly clean, for a fast food resturant, anyway. And Dipper found this suspisicious. All of the stalls were full, and no one was using the urinals.
But, right on cue, someone walked out of one of the stalls. Dipper didn't pay much attention to who was walking out, but he was wearing all black, and had a plastic bag with him. Dipper just had to go.
Unfortunaly, he didn't make it in time. He checked his pants and found the worst of all.
"Diarreah." Dipper said. "Yeegh."
He was about to leave the stal when he noticed a bulge in his pants.
He touched the bulge, and once he touched it, he knew excatly what it was. It was an erection.
