Onk onk.


Taco noses his way into Alias' dressing room, finding the X-Treme Champion asleep on the floor for some reason. This is a godsend, because Taco really is not good at climbing.

What's this? Alias' breath smells like Flaming Hot Cheetos? Taco LOVES Flaming Hot Cheetos! Taco stuffs his snout into Alias' open mouth, standing on his chest as he ruts around in there.


Onk onk. *smack smack smack* Ooooonk onk.




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With a cough and a splutter, Alias tries to force Taco off, but he’s too big (too many Flaming Hot Cheetos!) and Alias sure is sleepy.

Oh well, guess they better get married or something, instead.

Huh? You're not allowed to marry a pig? Well maybe you're not allowed, but... oh, Alias can't either? Not even in Spain? Hmm, this sure is a pickle. Can he kick out instead? Yes? Even in Spain? Cool, he does that then.

Taco scurries off to eat the undigested snacks of another, while Alias hunts for some saline to wash his mouth out. Luckily Reggie Estrada has been crying enough that he's got vials and vials of salty tears on hand!

"Ahh! That's the good stuff." he proclaims.