Noah's many deaths

Chapter four: Wrong choice

I walked up to the taco cart parked outside of the target I just shopped at. The vendor said "hello sir what can I get for you today?" I was debating between the tacos or the tamales. I decided to ask him which is better. He smirked and said "the tamales" so I went with his answer. After paying the nice man I got to my car I sat inside and dove into my tamales. They were the best thing I have ever eaten in my entire life. They had this strange amazing taste. I couldn't get enough after finishing the most amazing tamales I drove home. I walked into my house and sat down on my couch. I started feeling hot and sweaty. I took my shirt off and walked to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. After finishing two glasses of water I felt dizzy so I decided to lay down. I was sweating nonstop for hours. About six hours later I finally stopped sweating I became cold ice cold. I bundled up in some blankets but still was freezing. I became hypodermic and died. I guess I should of chose the tacos.