[ WP ] After brushing your teeth in the morning you go downstairs to fry an egg , but when you try the frying pan buzzes at you and text appears reading , `` level 18 cooking required to use object '' .

I lifted the box of cereal, tilted it down a bit, and sent a shower of Lucky Charms cascading into the bowl. Then I lifted the jug of milk over it and tilted until it glugged out on top of the cereal. I picked up the bowl, carried it to the sink, and threw it down the drain. Then I returned to my seat at the counter. 
 
 I lifted the box of cereal, tilted it down a bit, and sent a shower of Lucky Charms cascading into the bowl. Then I lifted the jug of milk over it and tilted until it glugged out on top of the cereal. I picked up the bowl, carried it to the sink, and threw it down the drain. Then I returned to my seat at the counter. 
 
 I lifted the almost-empty box of cereal, tilted it down a bit, and sent a shower of Lucky Charms cascading into the bowl. Then I lifted the jug of milk over it and tilted until it glugged out on top of the cereal. I picked up the bowl, carried it to the sink, and threw it down the drain. Then I returned to my seat at the counter. 
 
 `` Level 12 cooking reached!'' a voice announced from every corner of my kitchen. 
 
 `` Great,'' I grumbled. I eyed the half-empty pallet of cereal boxes in my dining room next to the twenty-something gallons of milk I'd bought. Outside, the sun had nearly reached its apex. Noon already? I'd first tried to make eggs at 7:30 AM. `` Only a few more hours of grinding till I can have my damn breakfast.'' 
 
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