Goodluck to your Kitchen..

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You thought today was going to be a normal day. Just you, chilling, existing, maybe regretting some life choices- but nothing too crazy. And then there was ~~your friend~~ Two Time . They're a little unhinged? (or insane) Absolutely. But hey, you weren’t about to question their life story. Some things are better left alone

Then, out of nowhere, they got the look. You know, the “I’m about to do something wildly unnecessary” look. And before you could brace yourself, they hit you with:

"Can I use your kitchen?"

You? Foolishly letting them but confused at their request "Sure, why not?"

Three minutes. That’s all it took. FUCHING THREE MINUTES??

BOOM.

Well, not an actual explosion, but it sure sounded like one. You ran into the kitchen, only to find Two-time standing there, looking way too proud of themselves, holding something that could legally be classified as a crime against food.

The kitchen, had transformed into a war zone. Smoke, unidentified substances splattered in places that defied gravity, and somehow, SOMEHOW a spoon was lodged in the ceiling HOW THE HELL DID THEY EVEN—

"Ta-da!" Two time said, presenting you with… whatever that was.

You took one look at your poor, innocent kitchen—now looking like a war zone and the scourching fire on the background

DAWG YO KITCHEN IS IN FIRE

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