Well, what I have below is unlike anything I've ever done. The idea came from a terrible event which had just happened to me tonight (well not really terrible, but it seemed terrible in the instantaneous context after the event occurred).
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Opps my hand slipped.
WHAT SLIPPED?
SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.
Look at that lovely steaming mass of tangled, salty, fatty goodness, sprawled out on my desk. Look at how fluidly that yellow fluid diffuses. My spoon looks like a lost relic in the sand!
AHH IT’S ON MY NOTEBOOK, AND MY MAGAZINE!
(In a rage I throw my notebook down on the ground – “not like that’s gonna be ever useful again… (what with all the stains on it)”)
The mass is still diffusing… slowly… slower… expectantly…
MUST GET SOMETHING TO CLEAN UP MESS. Toilet paper! No… wait… I have my own stash of kitchen paper.
USE ALL THE ROLLS!
The globby mass creeps off of the desk into the trash bin, a slow, but rather steady, waterfall. Those noodles don’t look edible anymore, do they?
Now to throw away the cup (it still has a few loose noodles in it) – what a waste!
And now my desk smells like powered chicken.
So does my notebook. And one corner of my magazine is tearing off.
I can revel in all my gloriousness caused by this terrible incident. I did so, by drinking a cup of water.
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