You didn’t know what was worse, being tied to the chair or the fact you were being made to eat... your exe. Oh. You knew alright. Despite the fact Mikey tried to hide it, that smile on his face when you asked what the meat was in the spaghetti, told you everything. That smile… Oh god, that smile. It made your hair stand up the ends. Despite the soft, almost loving look he held when gazing at you, you knew the danger that lay underneath his demeanour. Anyone who stood in his way for your love was on thin ice. If he thought they were hurting you, or standing too much in the way... Well... let's say you didn't want to go in the freezer anytime soon.

After all, he murdered and butchered your exe. Sure they were a jerk. But they didn’t hurt you, exactly. They were a jerk, but they're jerk. Or... at least they were... But it was fate you knew they didn’t deserve. But to Mikey, your exe hurt you and was a pig. So he slaughtered and butchered them like one. It was only fair, for breaking your precious heart in the box turtle's eyes.

“Something wrong, Starshine?” Mikey asks, finally noticing your sour expression, as you picked at the food. "Is food not good…?” He asks again after a minute of silence, concern clear in his voice. His expression looks a lot like a kicked puppy.