Ravioli.
How did it come to be?
Who said, "This will be the lord of all foods?"
Why is it so... fantastic.
Why are the majestic things, poptarts, basically unicorn ravioli?
These are the philosophical thoughts of the man known as, Raviolis Poptartis.
He's the one that's been pouring himself over his work of the mystery of the addictive Chef Boyardee ravioli, the spaghetti O's, the Dora shaped canned pasta's.
He wonders how this came to be.
He stalks the isles of IGA and Schnucks, looking at the various canned spaghetti and soups, the pasta noodles, the lasagne.
They thought he was crazy, so they threw him out. That's what they said anyway. He knew they just fired him because he was too close to the truth. He knew.
One day Raviolis was walking back to his humble abode. But while walking through the urban streets of Chicago, he heard the unmistakable noise of swirling pasta sauce.
He closed his eyes and let the beautiful noise run through his ears. He began to walk toward the noise, he walked down an alley, dirty and rundown.
When he opened his eyes he found himself in front of a portal.
The Portal.
He found it.
He found the probable truth.
Spaghetti swirled infinitely with the sauce. It was beautiful.
He entered, a flash of bright ravioli flew at him and he woke up.
It was in a field of lasagne, around him were flowers made of ravioli and spaghetti.
He was home.
He looked and saw a mountain. The pasta god himself sat atop the mountain. Chef Boyardee.
Raviolis cried pasta sauce, his arms turned to noodles, he was absorbed into the world.
He was happy.
