The Not-so Depression
Okay, folks, brace yourselves for a *tragedy* of epic proportions. My spaghetti—yes, my beautiful, delicious, saucy spaghetti—was *stolen*. And not just by anyone... by a BIO-AGENT. I mean, really? Don’t they have evil plans to execute or world domination schemes to plot? Why are they stealing *my dinner*?!
It All Started with a Fork...
The day was going great. Neo was off training, Lily was doing something "important" (probably sending Neo heart emojis), and I was in the kitchen making what could only be described as the most PERFECT plate of spaghetti known to mankind—or alienkind, for that matter.
I had the noodles cooked just right, the sauce bubbling with the perfect amount of garlic, and a sprinkle of parmesan cheese that could make even the toughest kaiju cry tears of joy. It was my masterpiece.
But then... it happened.
The Great Spaghetti Heist
As I turned away for *just a second* to grab my fork, a shadowy figure swooped in, grabbed my plate, and disappeared faster than you can say "spaghetti-os!" I stood there in shock, fork in hand, mouth open, and absolutely *devastated*. My spaghetti... gone!
“Who would do this?!” I screamed dramatically, shaking my fist at the air.
That’s when I saw it: a trail of sauce leading out the door. My heart sank. A bio-agent. Of course. Only they would stoop so low as to steal a plate of pasta from an innocent alien like me.
Pigu’s Spiral into Despair
I spent the rest of the day sulking. Neo tried to cheer me up with a protein bar (bleh), and Lily even offered to make me some spaghetti herself. But it wasn’t the same. That plate of spaghetti was special. It was MY creation, and it had been *violated* by the sticky hands of evil.
“Pigu, you’ve got to let it go,” Neo said, patting my head. “It’s just spaghetti.”
“JUST SPAGHETTI?!” I shrieked. “That spaghetti was my *soul*! It was my *everything*! I may never recover from this.”
The Investigation Begins
Of course, I couldn’t just sit there and do nothing. I had to track down the thief and get my spaghetti back. With Neo reluctantly agreeing to help and Lily tagging along to “keep us out of trouble,” we set out on a mission to recover my stolen dinner.
The trail of sauce led us through the city, past bewildered onlookers, and straight to an abandoned warehouse. It was the perfect setting for a final showdown.
The Confrontation
Inside the warehouse, we found the bio-agent sitting at a table... EATING MY SPAGHETTI. The audacity!
“You monster!” I yelled, pointing dramatically. “How dare you steal my spaghetti and then have the nerve to enjoy it right in front of me?!”
The bio-agent looked up, startled, and then smirked. “It’s just pasta, little alien. Get over it.”
“JUST PASTA?!” I screamed, my voice echoing through the warehouse. “It’s art! It’s passion! It’s—”
“Okay, Pigu, we get it,” Neo interrupted, rolling his eyes. “Let’s just get the spaghetti back and go home.”
The Resolution
Long story short, we fought the bio-agent, I got my spaghetti back (albeit a little worse for wear), and peace was restored. But the emotional scars? Those will take time to heal.
So, what’s the moral of the story? Don’t mess with Pigu’s spaghetti. And also, maybe don’t leave your plate unattended when there are bio-agents on the loose. Lesson learned.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a new plate of spaghetti to make—and this time, I’m installing a security camera in the kitchen.