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!ikOpDWm3h. 01/11/12(Wed)02:57 No.33146145Today you decided to try that new recipie and get your kitchen ready. You rummage around in the pans, get the burners ready and open the spice cupboard, a small yelp can be heard from inside as a bottle of bay leaves falls over. "You ok in there?" You ask, forgetting for a moment that you shared the space with a little guest now. 'Y-yeah, you startled me is all.' A small voice manages from behind the pepper mill. You try to look around the mill but you notice her scuffle out of your sight again, various bottles clinking in protest as they are jostled by her. She isn't usually like this. Slightly concerned now you grab the mill and remove it from the cupboard, suddenly uncovering the small, pony shaped bottle of Tabasco. She tries to hide again, but has walled herself off effectively with the remaining spice containers. Her usual spicy attitude has been replaced by desperation. 'Don't look!' She calls out, her voice cracking slightly as you look her over, everything seems fine, until you see the separation halfway down her legs. her usual red sauce filling her body above, and a transparent liquid below. She suddenly breaks down at the realization that you noticed her condition and collapses in a heap sobbing. 'I'M A FREAK!' she wails between wracked sobs. You try to sniffle a chuckle watching the condiment have her tiny mental breakdown. She is too distracted to notice you pick her up, but yelps when you give her a few flicks of your wrist and set her down on the counter, careful to not move your hand too far away from the now slightly woozy bottle. "Feel better?" You ask, a small grin on your face. After she regains her balance she looks herself over, satisfied that everything is back to normal she kicks your finger. 'You could have TOLD me it was that easy to fix, jerk' She scolds your hand. Yep, shes back to her old self again. |
