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Oh no!!
::Falling to the ground, Vincent lets out a squeak of pain as a plate of food comes down with him, tipping all over him and landing unceremonially on his head. Why did he even try to cook? Why? Back in the AutoReiv Disposal Unit, they'd always banned him from touching anything food-related but the vending machine-- 'dangerous work', his boss had said, 'for someone as unco-ordinated as you to be trying, Vince'. Geez, why hadn't he listened? Spaghetti running through his hair, Vince lets out a defeated sigh, trying to rub a bit of sauce from his face. After a moment of silent anger, he looks at his shirt, to see that it's been soaked through.::
... And this was my only clean outfit, too.
Damn!!