[ WP ] You 're a serial killer chef that hides parts of your victim in the meals that you prepare for your restaurant .

With an opera-esque passion, rolling the r's with a classic Italian elegance, he cried: 
 
 `` Crreamy, but without crream!'' 
 
 2 large egg whites. 3 large egg yolks. 200g of fresh Spaghetti. 70g of Guancale; it had to be the original Roman way, pancetta would n't do. Lardons? Blasphemy. What a waste, I would say; as if those clueless fuckers would know the difference. 
 
 `` Al dente, please'' 
 `` This is outrageous, my pasta is undercooked!'' 
 
 What a joke. For God's sake, I am an artist; I inspire commoners to escape their mundane existence, I make humans dream of eternal elevation, I'm not a bloody robot. You should've seen me in my prime, how they all always flocked to my shows; they adored me - a goddess amongst men. 
 
 `` Hurry up with the carbonara, princess! This is n't one of your dance shows! They wo n't wait forever!'' 
 
 I think that was the tipping point, or somewhere between the accident and that. Or the routine? I was feeling as if I was dying. I could feel it at that time, death slowly gnawing my heart, ripping it off layer by layer as it gradually exposed its frigid core. Life, or at least the prospect of it, was a long, interminable and bumpless road. Oh well, how have I grown in a year. 
 
 
 `` Sous-chef! Sous-chef! We're out of ground beef for tonight's bolognaise!'' whined Christian, gesticulating his skinny arms in the air. 
 
 `` Relax, boy! We've got some in the cold room!'' 
 
 
 As I pulled the icy metal lever, my lips automatically curved upwards. I always tried to go in there as rarely as possible, so that when I did, I could feel something. 
 
 `` Bacon'' 
 
 Mark the software engineer, he was a cute one. If only he was n't so boring, maybe I would've kept him a bit longer, but then again, we were running out of bacon. Judging by his addiction to fried chicken and coke, I knew he would've been better served as bacon, in pesto preferably, easier to hide his taste. 
 
 `` Ground pork'' 
 
 Fat Henry. Oh boy, this one surely was a quick one, he did n't waste time at all. Almost a little tear in my eye when I think of him. Looked like a troll, but brought me to fancy French restaurants. It did n't take a lot of thinking to know what he was best for. 
 
 `` Ground beef'' 
 
 Jenny, Jenny, Jenny. I wish more women did bodybuilding, eating as healthy as you did. Acorns, oysters and masala. Your favourite snacks, well technically mine, through you. Well, you get what I mean. It pains me though, having to feed those idiots out there you. Well I mean, 63kg, minus the bones, guts and brains, is too much for me. Too much of a good thing, eh? 
 
 `` Sous-chef! Sous-chef! We're also out of chicken bones for the stock!'' 
 
 Well, how convenient. 
 
 

