You open the fridge and you find a small selection of items smiling, looking, and generally grimacing at you.
A small amount of pickled vegetables, dried cheese, a jar of condiments or two, a bunch of very sad tomato cherries, but what catches your eye is, is the curious eye of the plate of leftovers at the bottom shelf of the fridge .
Speyeghetti, or Spaghetti and Eyeballs. A staple food for any lower middle class kid with working parents. The quick, easy, and to some, fun plate of carbs is now staring at you intently.
You stuff the Speyeghetti awkwardly into your pockets. The woman on the couch stares in disbelief. Sitting up, her mouth wide open, a dirty shirt still hanging off one of her antlers.
“Dude what… are…”
She begins to say something but it seems like the situation was too much for her in her current condition.
You open the fridge and you find a small selection of items smiling, looking, and generally grimacing at you.
A small amount of pickled vegetables, dried cheese, a jar of condiments or two, a bunch of very sad tomato cherries, but what catches your eye is, is the curious eye of the plate of leftovers at the bottom shelf of the fridge .
Speyeghetti, or Spaghetti and Eyeballs. A staple food for any lower middle class kid with working parents. The quick, easy, and to some, fun plate of carbs is now staring at you intently.
Take the Speyeghetti?
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Don’t mind if eye do.
You stuff the Speyeghetti awkwardly into your pockets. The woman on the couch stares in disbelief. Sitting up, her mouth wide open, a dirty shirt still hanging off one of her antlers.
“Dude what… are…”
She begins to say something but it seems like the situation was too much for her in her current condition.
Unlimited power… Only the horrid amalgam of surviving fractional gods can judge me now.