I was sitting at the table, for what seemed like hours, waiting for the marvelous spaghetti I ordered to be served. I listened to the voices around me, constantly checking the time on my phone. I thought of the saucy goodness that I have waited for, the slurping noise that would happen as I slurped the precious strings of whole grain. I smelled the wonderful smell of the food I love most.
Spaghetti.
I checked around the corner, to see that the spaghetti I smelt, was on a tray carried by a waiter that was coming my way. My mouth watered at the sight of the delicious food. As the waiter got closer and closer, the weight that was on my shoulders was lifted. My food was almost here. The waiter stopped in front of my table. He put the plate of food- WAIT ON THE TABLE NEXT TO ME?
I filled with rage "Excuse me sir?" I said to the waiter in front of me. The waiter turned around. "Can I help you?" He responded.
I stood up and let my anger rush through me. "BITCH I WAS HERE MUCH BEFORE THEM. I HAVE WAITED FOR AN HOUR TO GET MY FUCKING SPAGHETTI. I HAVE BEEN SO DAMN PATIENT. BUT YOU HAVE TO GIVE THEM, THE PEOPLE THAT HAVE BEEN HERE FOR 20 MINUTES, THEIR FOOD BEFORE I GET MINE? THIS IS A COMPLETE FUCKING OUTRAGE."
I looked at the surprised faces all around me. Some covering their children's ears, some getting up and leaving, some staring, and some completely ignoring what just went on.
"S-sir, I'll make s-sure your food comes your r-right away." The waiter stuttered. He had brown hair, green eyes that were filled with fear, and a pale face as he was probably taken aback at my outburst. "I-I can get your food to be payed on the house if you'd like s-sir."
I sat back down. "That won't be necessary as long as I get my food here quickly."
I smiled to myself. One more marvelous meal till I become what I have been meant to become in life. Just one more. The words One More kept appearing in my mind, getting me excited for my dinner.
Once again, I smelt the precise smell of the food I knew had to be mine. I looked back to see the young waiter carrying a plate of spaghetti my way. The boy must have seen me look back as he started to walk a bit faster.
As the waiter reached my table I smiled an even bigger smile. "Thank you kind sir." I said to the young boy as I touched his arm. He flinched but didn't move. He looked down at my arm.
"What is that." He pointed down to the Flying Spaghetti Monster tattoo I had on my arm. "Well boy, that's Flying Spaghetti Monster, my God. Today is my last meal before I become like him." I gestured to the seat in front of me. "If you'd like to know more you are welcome to sit down."
The young boy accepted my offer and sat down in front of me. "I'm Zeke by the way." The boy, well Zeke said. "I'm Veve." I smiled warmly. I started to tell Zeke about the history of FSM. I moved on to how if I ate this meal, I myself would become just like FSM.
Zeke smiled. "Do you think you could really become FSM if you eat this meal?" "Well, we can't be positive but I'm going to do it. Will you join me if I turn into him, so we can have noodley parties and fun together?" I asked. "Yes Veve, I will join you." I smiled.
I picked up my fork and put it into the noodles, lifting them up and putting them in my mouth. I felt a tingling sensation throughout my body. I look at my fingers only to realize that they were turning into noodles.
"VEVE." Zeke screamed out. "ITS WORKING. ITS FUCKING WORKING." He yelled, astonished. Me, myself, was overjoyed. I couldn't believe that this was happening to me. Finally I was able to take my true form as a Flying Spaghetti Monster.
"Zeke, are you ready to leave everything behind and come with me? I understand if yo-" I was cut off mid sentence. "OF FUCKING CORSE I AM COMING. DID YOU THINK I WOULD LIE ABOUT THIS. I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU." Zeke yelled some more and attacked my body that was currently changing into a form of Flying Spaghetti Monster.
