You are kimi antonelli. Yes. The kimi antonelli. One night after a hard training session you decided to make dinner for him. That dinner being pasta. You had boiled the salted water and were just about to snap the noodles so they would fit, when you suddenly felt an ominous Italian presence behind you.

“Tesoro, cosa stai facendo?” (Darling what are you doing?)

“I’m making dinner.”

“BUT WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THE PASTA?! I GAVE YOU NONNA’S SAUCE RECIPE AND EVERYTHING AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT THE PASTA?!”

You never Italians could be this scary.