I was invited to a party late night.
.....
And right now, I'm lost in this Ginormous Mansion.
Walking, walking.
I can't find my way to the ballroom.
What kind of sorcery is this?
Walking, walking.
After minutes of walking aimlessly, I stumbled upon a door. And the sign above it says "KITCHEN".
"Man, I'm famished." I thought to myself.
I entered the door without any consolated volition.
Ah! The smell of food.
As I wander the wonderland of relinquishness, I saw the Chef working.
"Ah. Busy, so busy." he sighed.
Well, from the looks of it. He really has a lot of work to do.
Pitying the Chef who is restless, I mustered up my courage to talk to him just to let him know that I'll help.
"Need a hand?" I asked.
"Yes thank you!" The Chef replied with relief.
The Chef grabs my hand.
Put my wrist unto the chopping board and said,
"A hand is exactly what I'd needed."
*Slice!*
