It was a sleepover at my friend's place and five of my friends had been invited. Each one of us decided to cook a different item. I made the rice and it was Steve's job to make the omelette.

It took him a longer time to make that dish. After minutes when he came out of the kitchen, there was fresh blood splattered all over his chest. He put down the pan in front of us. " Well, I had a sort of accident....",he said.
There was a part of his own skin sizzling in the pan, topped with some red liquid.

We were more than happy. We ate that down and licked our fingers.

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