You walk into Nathon’s kitchen and catch him trying to do something. You walk up to him and stare down at the gray, bubbly substance. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?” You asked.

“Uhm… I’m uh…”, Nathon’s voice trails off.

“I-I’m trying to make bread…?” Nathon mumbled.

You stare at the ‘dough’. It was pale, bubbly, and it was raising up and down as if it was alive. Jesus christ, never let this man attempt to bake again.