Heat steaming, bodies cooling down.  Hard and Soft shell tacos were being taken out of the oven.  Being put together with many different stuffings, the delicious tacos began to take shape.  The delicious tacos, hot and spicy, started to quiver. Shaking, the soft shelled tacos started to sing:

“We are the SUPREME!”
The hard shell tacos, ugly and mean, began to yell angrily:
“We are the GREATEST!”
The two tacos stared each other down, like vultures waiting for it’s prey. Waiting for the other to move. Waiting for an eternity.  Then out of nowhere a hard shell taco stands up and shouts the fateful words…
“WE ARE BETTER THAN YOU!”  After a minute of shouting they divided up to of the kitchen.
Then the two chefs walked through the doors of LOS TACOS, strutting to the tacos. 
“Man I sure love me some soft tacos”, said one of the chefs.  “I’ll hate to see them go”
“What?”, said the other. “ Hard shell is way better”.
They both get into a huge argument for no reason at all.   So did all of the tacos back and forth, back and forth.  After awhile they split up again waiting for someone to make a move.  Accept the chefs they got to work.  Then a soft shell taco stepped forward .
“How about this which ever type of taco has less tacos standing by the end of the day wins”.
“Okay that sounds fair”, said a hard shell taco.
After 3 minutes a hard shell taco got angry and bored and he could barely keep it together. Then at about ten minutes he started war by charging towards the soft shell tacos, but the soft tacos were too smart they were prepared for it, so they had a counter  attack. The soft shell tacos were so smart they knew that all the hard shell tacos would all attack.  They had one problem though they were weak unlike the hard shell tacos, with their deep voices and snarls that they gave.  All tacos fighting, kicking,and jumping to become the dominant taco.  After 4 hours of battling the counter the odds were slimming down.  It came down to the final 5 tacos on both sides fighting till only one was left standing.  30 minutes later it came down to 2v2.   Then a hard shell taco and a soft shell finally realized that the taco joint was closed and they had tied.  It was the first time they found out that they were equal. 
Then the two chefs came in looking tired and hungry .
“Man I’m hungry”, said one chef.
“Me too”, said the other.
They started to walk towards the tacos .  It’s a tacos dream to be eaten by a human.  The two chefs get to the tacos and eat them.  The next day a new batch of soft shell and hard shell tacos were made .  Heat steaming, bodies cooling down.