Before you die and after you eat Mexican food, pain and suffering shall rush forth from the bowels of the afterlife. You may cry and scream, but your wails of anguish will not save you, it will only cause the twisted angels to increase their assault on the very fiber of your being. Your mind will be ripped asunder, you soul will shake, your heart will implode, your body will grow weak from pain and you shall fall. All well sitting upon the porcelain throne, or, in this case the porcelain electric chair. Your most vulnerable moment, your moment of relieve. And low, when you think you are safe, the flood gates of digested Mexican food will burst, and in that moment, that moment of sweet release, that is when you will hear all of those fallen holy ones say, “unflaired scum” and you will feel dread. For next, they shall show you the worst, most twisted, awful, yet accurate image of your soul. And what will it be? It will be you as a soy wojack.- /u/LtTacoTheGreat