In a typical autumn evening for Brooklyn, a man comes home from a hard day’s work just when his wife is making dinner.
“The Boss let me leave early tonight Janice!”, the man exclaims to his wife as he is taking his shoes off.
Janice yelled from the kitchen, “Not slumping into a chair and passing out before dinner must be great news for you, Harry!”. Harry laughed in excitement before clapping his hands and entering the kitchen to see what his wife was going to make. Classic Spaghetti and meatballs never failed to excite him on days like these. As he silently watched, he saw Janice do something that horrified him to his core: she snapped the spaghetti in half. He stared on in abject horror at the reality of the situation
“Good lord Janice!” Harry yelled, to which his wife jumped from shock.
“What are you talking about Harry? I am just making spaghetti for you!” Janice exclaimed.
“Do you have any idea what you did? I hope to god nobody heard it!” Harry yelled as he shut off the lights and barricaded the door.
“Oh come on Harry stop playing aro-” Janice said before Harry made a gesture to keep quiet. Both of them stood silent as the sound of a crowd talking became louder and louder. Flashlights outside were going window to window in different areas, Harry crouched down to which Janice did the same as they tried to decipher what the crowd was saying. “Is that Italian?” Janice whispered with a slowly creeping fear in her tone.
“Did you forget we moved to Brooklyn Janice?” Harry asked. “I can’t believe you forgot about how prideful Italians are about their cuisine. It gets to the point where their ears can pick up on snapping spaghetti and they would converge on the area to exact retribution.”.
“That sounds like an urban legend Harry.” Janice replied with a confused voice trembling in fear. The Italian yelling intensifies as it reaches their streets to the rising tension of the married couple.
“Does that sound like an urban legend outside Janice?” Harry asked. Both of them quietly began to retreat to the back of the house and hope they did not see anyone inside. As the Italian grew louder the world suddenly felt like it stopped dead in its tracks.
“SPAGHETTI!” one of the people yelled and they began to rush for the door and windows, hoping to break them down for entry. Janice screamed while Harry prepared a baseball bat for a last stand against the Italians as the glass shattered, giving the paisanos the ability to reach for the doorknob locks and enter. The group of Italians stormed into the kitchen and saw a sight that was grisly to their own eyes, a cruel twisted form of their cuisine. Yelling intensified as they proceeded to dispose of the crime against Italy and one individual carried a container holding their own spaghetti, ready to be prepared for the process. After a short while, Janice and Harry were still stuck in the bathroom until a knock on the door was made which caused them to jump.
“You can come out now. We just wanted to show you something.” the voice said.
“Do you promise that you are not going to kill us?” Harry asked.
“What? You just made terrible spaghetti why would we?” the voice responded in shock. Hesitantly, Harry unlocked the door and was gestured to follow the Italian in front of him to the kitchen. Janice followed close behind as they witnessed the sight of Italian Pasta. Another Italian pointed to the two chairs at the dinner table and the both of them sat down and were served the spaghetti. Janice was in shock at the texture of the spaghetti and began to savor the pasta while Harry was taken aback by the cuisine. As they finished, they realized a core truth about Italian cooking.
“I never knew spaghetti could be that good.” Janice said. The Italians smiled at the approval of their dish.
“Do you think we can get the recipe and method for this? We ought to know to make something this delicious.” Harry asked. The Italians nodded with delight.
“Certainly, tomorrow we can even teach you how to make such a pasta-” one Italian said before being interrupted by a sound: Spaghetti being broken in half. The room fell into a hush silence as the Italians slowly went to the door and began to walk in the direction of the sound. Harry looked to Janice and got up.
“Harry, where are you going?!” she exclaimed in confusion.
“Heading out with them. After this I must fulfill my duty to spread true cuisine!” Harry shouted as he ran to catch up with the Italian mob.
Fritz Monkor 
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