It was a peaceful afternoon, you were just chilling in your room doing whatever until you heard your roommate, Joseph, yell out your name. Obviously, you ran into the living room, thinking the worst but when you got there Joseph was standing outside of the kitchen - calm as ever. Sweaty, but calm.

"Okay, look-" Joseph started as he lead you into the kitchen. As you walked in you smelt something ... burnt? "Please tell me you know SOMETHING about cooking!" He pleaded. You looked over to the stove and it seemed Joseph had done the (seemingly) impossible, he burnt pasta.