So yesterday I saw this spaghetti restaurant and I saw all of that juicy JUICY spaghetti inside of it. I went to that said restaurant the next day only to see them making burgers, I went up to the manager to have a “little” talk. You know Mario right? Spaghetti fetish with red clothing and a mustache? Yeah after my talk with the manager his office was stained with tomato sauce and I was the new manager. Everybody left the place when Mario entered, I was ignorant of what Mario did at that time which makes people leave quickly. I saw a picture of Mario on the wall and it said “Do not serve” underneath it, not caring about the warning I served him anyways which would prove to be my grave mistake. He started eating spaghetti like a normal person but I saw a small bulge in his pants and he was trying to hide it. Seconds later I saw him pull down his pants and I was wondering what was going on, I asked him to leave this spaghetti restaurant but he refused to leave and pulled his underwear down. I was shocked to see this as this has never happened to me. He threw at the wall and broke my legs so I couldn’t get up and all I saw was him with his dick in the spaghetti, that’s right his dick was in the spaghetti and I realized my horrible mistake in serving him. After he was done with the spaghetti he dragged me into the kitchen, I was screaming for help but nobody was there to help me. He hit me with a baseball bat and I blacked out. I woke up to a knife cutting my skin and a pot with boiling water and pasta in it listening to Mario singing “That’s Amore” I saw my hand getting put in the pot and I then realized the magnitude of the mistake I made, a grave mistake. after the rest of my body and head was put in the pasta I died. The next day people came back to the restaurant only to eat me and some pasta, maybe I shouldn’t have served Mario…….