scrap o58 [ video ]

[b_loodflower]

[ Behold. The Kitchen. Destruction has happened, a hurricane has passed. There are bowls and frying pans piled high in the sink, eggs on the floor, butter smeared on the cabinets, flour in the air. The one who caused it?

Alice? is taking out something from the oven. It obviously didn't fare well since there's black smoke coming from it and the lump of supposedly food is burnt. He stares at it for a while, and then with a frustrated sigh dumps the lump in the trash can. ]

I'm never going to try make anything baked ever again.