“Death is a dish best served with noodles.”- – Old Klingon Proverb. I decided to go to dinner at oodles of noodles on a whim after a test review. I look to my right, and who do i see to my right? Nick, Nathan, and their friend Wendy. A rush of adrenaline, heart starts pumping. I reach for my spoon, I get up. I walk towards them with such a purpose. They don’t see me, this is it, don’t screw it up. I let out a fierce battle cry and shove my spoon into nick with all of my might. He falls to the ground, convulsing with waves of pain and cold. He looks me in the eyes, smiling, and winks at me. He died with a smile on his face, that creepy bastard. I’ll never forget that look. But now, the fun is really beginning.