text: It was 2:30 AM on a busy new york street. Everything is normal, people walking, talking on their cellphones, calling for taxis. One man, however, seems out of place. Dressed in a dark black cloak, he takes long strides down the street. Most people don't even take a second glance at him, some stop and stare, others laugh. Then, the cloaked man walks in a burrito store. Loco Burritos is the store name. He walks up to the counter. "Hello, how may i help you?" The female cashier says in a cheerful, perky voice. "Yeah, uh, i need a... a" The man pauses. "You need a what, sir?" The cashier asks, brushing her dirty blonde hair out of her eyes. The man clears his throat. "I need one burrito, with, uh, salsa, lettuce, turkey, and onions in it." The man glances behind him. A police officer and his buddy watch him intently. "Alright, that will be 7.49 sir." The man looks up at the cashier. He then pulls his cloak off, revealing several grenades, a bullet proof vest, a small sub-machine gun with 3 extra mags, and a revolver. The two police officers stand up and draw their stun guns. "Hands in the air, right now!" One of the officers yells. The man puts hist hands slightly above his shoulders and slowly turns around. The two police officers are converging on him slowly. One calls for backup. Then, out of nowhere, the man throws two razor sharp throwing knives at the officers. Both knives land in their adams apples. They crumple to the floor. Then, the man turns around, draws his handgun, and yells are the cashier, "The burrito, now!" The cashier jumps and runs back to the back of the shop. There is some arguing, then the cashier returns with the burrito. "Here you go, please don't hurt me." She says, cringing, "Excellent" The man says. He runs outside. His escape vehicle is waiting right where it should be. He stuffs the burrito into his mouth, gets in the car, and starts the engine. Already, the sirens are blaring down the street. The man floors it down the street, dodging cars. The man pulls the burrito out of his mouth. "Man" he says with a mouth full of meat and salsa, and onion hanging half out of his mouth. "This is a good burrito." Suddenly, he looks ahead to see a police roadblock. He looks frantically for somewhere to go, but before he can turn into the parking lot branching off the road, he smashes into the roadblock. He stumbles out of the car. Taking one last bite of his burrito, he pulls out of his sub-machine gun and yells "This burrito is too good to live without!" He then begins firing blindly into the line of police cars, screaming. Chunks of meat and salsa spit out of his mouth. Suddenly, the man stops. He drops to his knees, makes a gagging noise, and begins clutching his throat, gagging all the more. Food still spits out of his open mouth as he frantically clutches his throat, thrashing about. Then he stops, and collapses to the floor, face as blue as the sea. When the police moved in the inspect the body, they find he choked on a large piece of turkey. One officer is clearly angry about the whole incident. "We lost two perfectly good officers, over, a, a, burrito!?" No one knows if the burrito was really good enough to die for. "Yeah, i mean, i like the burritos, but i would never kill for one" A frequent customer says. "Oh, he was always crazy." A neighbor of the man says. "He was trying to grow burritos in his backyard." Police are now being trained to deal with crazy, burrito wielding psychopaths.