We looked at each other. Who would get the last piece of spaghetti? It looked so tasty sitting there on my lap ( the spaghetti not the guinea pig) and before i could say "MARIO" or "LUIGI" or "WALUIGI" or "PRINCESS PEACH" the guinea pig had eaten the spaghetti.
The last piece of spaghetti was gone. I was REALLY angry
Like really angry
Fuming really. I was not angry. I was fuming.
