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Blood Eyeball Pasta Cells

Kitchen Tools:

1 pot

1 fine sieve

1 dish

Kitchen Tools:

500mL water

100g bloated blood cells

150 mL blood 

5g fingernails

5-7 eyeballs

Instructions:

1. Pour 500mL water into the pot
2. Boil until you see the bubbles rising to the surface.
3. Put bloated blood cells into the boiling water.
4. Simmer for 7-9 minutes.
5. Add fingernails and eyeballs to the boiling water and simmer another 2 minutes.
6. Carefully take the pot and pour ONLY the water out of the pot—catch blood cells and eyeballs in sieve and return to empty pot.
7. Turn off the heat and put the pot on the stovetop again.
8. Pour all of the blood into the pot and stir until well-mixed
9. Lastly, plate the Blood Eyeball Pasta Cell in a dish. 

Enjoy the dish!

Vaporvine followed the recipe exactly as it said in the recipe book he’d made. He poured the water, put the blood cells in the pot, and boiled the fingernails and eyeballs to make his favorite dish: Blood Eyeball Pasta Cells. He loved the chewiness of the blood cells and the crispiness of the fingernails. He loved the gooeyness and meat-like taste of the eyeballs. He also loved the metallic taste of blood. He absolutely adored the dish, as he made it once every week. 

He finally added extra shredded in-grown hairs on top of the blood eyeball pasta cells. Shredded in-grown hairs were an incredibly difficult ingredient to find. He had gotten the rare in-grown hairs from his mother. They were rare because it took many years to grow them and have them shredded. 

He took the dish to the table in front of the TV screen. He also went to get his fork. He turned on the TV to Channel 13, his favorite channel of all. The channel had on the latest news about the saving case. It was about a monster who’d saved another monster and was getting dragged to court for his fine. 

He took the fork and stabbed one of the blood cells. He slowly lifted it towards his mouth for a taste, in the midst of his anger and confusion. He didn’t get why some monsters saved others. It was a pure act of crime. In the middle of all of this dispute on the TV screen, inside, Vaporvine was content, because he was eating his favorite dish.

He kept stabbing his meal, and slowly putting it into his mouth. It was absolutely savory, with its freshness and metallicness. It was a great blend, what with the meatiness and the chewiness. He wanted this moment to last forever. He thought for a split second that he’d been born to make and love this dish more than anyone else. 

Later on, he went to bed, feeling incredibly satisfied with his day. He even fell asleep and dreamed about floating around with the dish, thousands of them like stars in the sky, trying every dish there was in the dreamy space. He was so full afterward, but it was worth it.

He woke up in the morning, feeling refreshed, after such a good sleep. He went into the kitchen to look at the breakfast recipe book. He quickly swiped through the recipes that his taste didn’t want. He found the perfect dish for him: muscles and fried ants. 

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After a while, he looked at the lunch menu that matched his taste that day. He looked through all the recipes and something was off. He looked again and realized that the Blood Eyeball Pasta Cells Recipe was gone.