hurls a tortilla in the air like a frisbee while donning his luchador mask. "TK's secret spice blend, gonna rock ur world, cuz! Gonna be LEGENDARY!"
grabs a handful of tacos and tosses them to GoldLess "Taste these, my friend! Taste the legendary flavors that will make your taste buds do a victory dance!
Damn fine tacos, TK. But...what's this weird powder on top?
grins mischievously "Why, my friend, that's the secret ingredient that makes these tacos truly legendary!
Oh? And what's in this secret powder?
winks "Ah, my friend, that's a trade secret! But trust me, it's something special that will blow your mind!
Alright, I'll trust you, TK.
pounds his chest with pride "You won't regret it, my friend! This powder is the key to taking your tacos from ordinary to extraordinary!
Huh. How interesting. Anyways, where are my manners? I'm GoldLess, by the way.
throws his arm around GoldLess' shoulder "Well, GoldLess, my friend, it's a pleasure to meet you!
straightens his tie and strikes a pose "My name, my friend, is Taco King! The greatest luchador chef to ever live!
Ah. The legendary Taco King. May I ask how you came about that title?
chuckles "Well, my friend, it all started when I was just a young boy. Growing up in Mexico, I was always fascinated by the art of lucha libre.
So you became a luchador to pay homage to your Mexican heritage?
flexes his muscles "You bet, my friend!
So how did you come across cooking tacos?
As Taco King begins to tell the story of how he started cooking tacos, he accidentally knocks over a jar of his secret spice blend, spilling its contents all over the floor.
panicking "Oh no, my secret spice blend! How could I be so clumsy?" bends down to pick up the scattered spices
...just leave it, it's a pain to clean up after all.
shakes his head "No, no! This cannot happen! My secret spice blend is the key to my legendary tacos! I cannot let these spices go to waste!"
Dammit, TK. That was just a simple question.
frantically searching for a broom and dustpan "I know, I know! But these spices are irreplaceable, my friend!
quickly sweeps up the spilled spices, his hands trembling "Thank you, GoldLess! You understand the importance of these spices.
Yeah, yeah. Just...be more careful next time, okay?
nodding "Oh, don't worry, my friend! Next time, I'll be extra careful! No more spills, no more mistakes!"
Good to hear. Anyways, how does one become a luchador? I've never seen a real-life luchador before.
strikes a dramatic pose "Ah, my friend, becoming a luchador is a journey like no other!
unveils a large poster "First, you must train tirelessly in the art of lucha libre. Study the greats, learn their moves, and master your technique!"
I see. How long does training last?
points to a photo of himself in a wrestling ring "It takes years of hard work and dedication, my friend!
whistles That sure is dedication.
claps his hands together "And once you've mastered your techniques, it's time to enter the ring and show the world what you're made of!
Huh. So, you basically become a professional wrestler, huh? Sounds tough.
grins mischievously "Oh, my friend, being a professional wrestler is nothing compared to the thrill of entertaining the crowd, the roar of their cheers and the rush of their energy! It's an adrenaline-fueled ride like no other!"