He says he will tomb with her.

I opt for the Juarez at the Hollo-Chick Haus. It’s a South of the Border Taste Riot. A Hello-Chick is a kind of chicken conglomerate, the size of a football and hollowed out. You can have whatever you want in there, croutons or sweet-and-sour pork or a light salad even. The Juarez is the one filled with sour cream and refried beans and some little sliced black things. I opt for extra sauce packets.

--From A Lack of Order in the Floating Object Room by George Saunders