Okay, my morning encounter with the pizza roll gods
I had opened up a package of pizza rolls to make a quick and easy munchy. I look at the cooking instructions, and it says specifically to put only 6 rolls at a time on a plate in the microwave. Now me being a rebellious food bitch decides to put 7 on a plate. I pop it in.
Two minutes later, they emerge. 6 pizza rolls are beautifully done and warm.... But the last one. The rebel I put in. It was cold and frozen and distorted. I had opposed the laws of the pizza roll, and now this innocent roll had to suffer for my sins.
But I was angry. I wanted to rebel more. I took a whole other batch of 7 rolls, and tossed them all in. And believe me when I say that not a single roll lived to tell the tale.
They were black, charred and deformed. Defeated. One rebellion was bad, but the second brought chaos. I had rebelled the standards of pizza rolls one too many times, and I had betrayed the pizza roll gods. And my entire breakfast suffered because of my stupidity