What Happens When Friends Give Me Random Words To Write About...

I wanted to write, but I didn't know what to write about, so I asked you.  The list of words you so, uh, graciously offered are as follows:

Where's Waldo?
soup tendinitis
gun
cigar
beer
pink smile
Bieber & Gomez
dogs/monkeys riding horses
fragulous
Jaws
Godzilla
shark/dino porn
Taco Bell
Moon
South Park Chef
Jedi squirrels

So, without further ado, here is your story

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"They're coming, you know."  The cashier hisses then pauses to shoot an anxious look left, then right, like we're being watched.  Judging by the thickness of his round glasses, I imagine all that movement of his beady black eyes must be dizzying.  He doesn't seem to be the least bit bothered, though, and instead leans closer toward me over the counter separating us.  "The government doesn't want us to know--they're in on it, too!"

A line of perspiration beads on his forehead at the edge of his red-and-white striped knit hat.  He's crazy, I'm sure of it.  You'd have to be crazy to work behind the counter of a Taco Bell in a long-sleeved shirt and a winter hat.  It must be a billion degrees in here!  Lucky for me he's not the one handling the food, because the thought of him sweating in my Hard Taco Supreme makes me gag a little.

Sure enough, a couple over at one of the tables in the corner of the restaurant is watching us.  They consult a big book in front of them like it's a field guide or something, then point and stare like they've spotted a Dodo bird or a unicorn.  I'm neither of those things, just a hungry girl with not enough money to buy anything at a burger place.  Kind of pathetic, really, and not the kind of thing that would earn me any kind of notoriety.  Still, the couple keeps looking our way.  Now they're not even trying to pretend they are interested in something else.

The couple's attention, paired with the cashier's conspiracy theories, make my stomach roll.  Before things get any more weird, I take my change from the counter and snatch the paper bag from his outstretched hand.

"Uh, thanks for the... tip."  I mumble as I turn away.

"Repent, for the Kingdom of God is at--"  The door seals behind me, cutting off his words.

TO BE CONTINUED...