This is the result of something that happened in PE at school a few days ago, a conversation that happened at dinner that night, and a story request from my dad. 
Green Eggs and Ham is a story by Doctor Seuss, and does not belong to me. 

"Do you like green eggs and ham?"

"I do not like them, Sam-I-am. I do not like green eggs and ham." 

"Would you like them here-"

On the other side of the restaurant, a regular customer stopped listening. He knew the drill. The waiter would badger the newbie into trying the egg-and-ham platter, and the newbie would be hooked. The cooking here was just that good. 

It wasn't too long before another waiter came to take the customer's order. 

"Good to see you again, Charl," greeted the waiter. 

"And you, Nick," returned Charl. 

"Will you be wanting your usual?" questioned Nick. 

"No, today I'd like to try the breakfast burrito," Charl said. The waiter bit his lip, looking worried. 

"One of our shipments has been delayed and we're currently out of green cheese. You're going to have to wait a little... possibly even a lot." 

"I'm fine with that," Charl reassured Nick. He pulled something out of a pocket. "I've been having trouble finding a place to sit and read my book, but this will be great for that." 

"Okay," Nick agreed. "I'll go give the kitchen your order." 

"Come on, come on, we've got to get this rocket going, we've got a customer waiting!" exclaimed an overseer. Her black ponytail bounced from side to side as she frantically dashed around, helping finish the repairs to a fin of the space shuttle. 

A mechanic who was tinkering with the engine stepped back, examined his work for a moment, and nodded to himself. "Good as new," he declared. 

As soon as the outer body of the rocket had been completely fixed, an astronaut hopped in the cockpit and away it flew, off towards the moon. Meanwhile, one of the repairmen asked what had caused the damage to the rocket. 

"It was a Ping-Pong ball," the overseer said, seeming to shiver with dread at the thought of it. 

"That's ridiculous," scoffed the repairman. "What can one little Ping-Pong ball do to a big'ole rocket like that?" 

"A normal Ping-Pong ball is not much of a threat, yes. But one that's moving nearly the speed of light; that's a different story. We're still not sure how the ball got that fast, but it hit the rocket at the worst place and angle possible. Tore right through the fin without stopping, ripped through the hull and headed straight for the engine. It shattered sometime along there, but the pieces kept going and burrowed through the engine, some of them barely stopping before they went straight out the other side." 

After hearing that story, everyone was relieved when the rocket arrived back safe and sound, with a load of lunar cheese. 

Eventually, Charl's breakfast burrito arrived. He cut it in half, and picked up one of the green-wrapped pieces. Peering inside, he found that everything was there: small bits of green scrambled eggs, fine-chopped cubelets of green ham as well as green potato, the green cheese, and of course the spinach tortilla holding it all. 

He took a bite. It was good, as everything at the restaurant was. It did not take long for the burrito to disappear into his belly.