> Deltona, Florida: 911 DISPATCH RECORDS -- JANUARY 15, 2009 >Operator: 911 Emergency.
Dena Moir: Hello? Oh, please come and take my son away.
Operator: Ma'am, explain what happened.
Dena Moir: My son was playing on his SEGA and I called him to eat dinner. He started to kick and scream like a little girl at a New Kids on the Block concert. And the swearing? He wouldn't stop. I think he learned it from the games!
Operator: What is the emergency?
Dena Moir: To teach him respect I turned off his Microsoft Gamebox and later he came downstairs to where I was preparing dinner, it's Mexican night ... every night I try to change it up, on Thursday we have Mexican, I think it gives the kids a better sense of the world around them. Civilized, if you will ... Oh, sorry for the digression. He came downstairs, pushed me around and beat me with one of them.
Operator: One of?
Dena Moir: A taco.
Operator: Wait, what?
Dena Moir: A taco, I said! A taco!
Operator: Your son ... What's his name?
Dena Moir: Zachary.
Operator: Zachary beat you up with ... a taco?
Dena Moir: Well, technically it was the origins of a taco. It had yet to fully become a taco because I was in the process of making them. But, for arguments sake, we'll assume it had been completed and was intact during the incident ... If that helps your investigation ... Taco.
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Dena Moir: Hello? Hello? That's it, I'm only calling them one more time and leaving the taco thing out of the story. And I'm going to call the news men at FOX. And Zachary, don't bother calling me from jail because when they come and get you, you're spending a few days in a cell to reflect! PUT DOWN THAT CHALUPA!
