You sat sadly staring out the window.
It was 2am in the morning and you knew you haven't eaten anything for dinner...or breakfast one would call it...
You slowly sat up as your stomach made a low grumble, you where hungry, you knew exactly what to get, where to get it, and who to get it from.
You put on pants, and only pants, covering your shoulders making you look sexier than all the others, a no armed beauty, only Jesus himself would know it's secrets.
You set off on your journey, no cars allowed.
You headed to the best Italian restaurant out there but you soon stepped in to find Le babe
P a s t a was taken...by whom? No other than your brother of course...
M a r i o
That pasta eating bastard
That was your pasta
He couldn't slurp yOUR pasta
IT WAS YOUR PASTA
you screeched in all your glory "GET CLaPpEd" you trotted over kicking the red boi.
Mario only stated "bUt a bRòTheR"
You took the pasta
Only the pasta
No Mario allowed
And l e f t
Mario was displeased
He shed a tear as you left
He loved the pasta, but you and Mario just never got along, for it was YOUR pasta, and only YOU could slurp it's sauces
You and pasta trotted along (the pasta grew legs don't worry) along the lonely path of night as the shiny brimming stars flew ahead
You looked at the pastas beautiful brown meatball eyes and got lost in its gaze " what's your favorite star?"
Pasta did not answer, his answer was silent, he was silent...pasta never liked to talk, and you liked it that way
You both headed home peacefully, but little did you know, the red was growing... the red will cOnSu M e... The red will E a T
