Can You Hear Me Now?

Ever since my girlfriend became co-writer of this strip, I've been unsuccessfully lobbying for an appearance by the Magic Taco. I had every attempt shot down, and, at one point, had to have 'No Magic Taco' written down on a piece of paper, lest I write any scripts while my girlfriend was out. And now, finally, I got to make the words 'Magic Taco' appear in the strip. I had permission to draw the Magic Taco in the final panel as Vince's hallucination, but chose not to. For one thing, I think it's really more of a confusion in his brain than a genuine belief that he's seeing a taco -- his language centre has screwed up 'telephone' and 'taco', which his brain took and ran with. Or, at least, staggered.
Also, TACO BELL POISONED MY GIRLFRIEND. Never eat there if you value your life. It is an evil, foul, cavern of arsemeats, infused with the haemorroids trimmed from Satan's own foul stench-filled arsehole. Seriously. Don't eat there because you will get food poisoning and die and get ill. Horribly so. Also, I heard from my friend... um... Joe that they use babies for meat. And skunks. And rabid beavers. And syphilitic goths.