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Rising from the depths of a scorched  mountain is the Deus ex machina of flavor filled rebellion. Fighting back against the hordes of the bland, the taco cannon stands alone with the will of our fore fathers. It screams out into the blackest of night with fire sauce filled breath, "GIVE ME TACOS, OR GIVE ME DEATH!!!!" The scourge of the gastronomically weak, the taco cannon fulfills the dreams of the hungry and unsatisfied masses.

On our death beds, our grandchildren will ask us about the day when the battle against the flavorless was won. With a grin still stained by the black beans of our victory, we will be able to regale them with tales of tacos soaring to the heights only dreamed upon by the baldest and most punk rock of eagles. There will come a day when the taste buds of men fail, but it was not that day... It was not that day...