Despite basically living in the school's engineering lounge for 5 years, I have never needed to heat food - mainly because I like my meals the way I like my revenge. The difference today was the foot-long rib-wich in my hands. Dilemmas. I could eat it cold, but the rib-wich was designed - no, evolved - to be eaten piping hot with melted cheese and warm toasted bread.
To give you a scope of the situation, I was standing in the middle of a busy lounge, with one of the two daily-made rib-wiches in my hands, drawing envious peeks from the people around me. The microwave lay just ahead, and only two minutes of irradiation separated me from a delicious warm lunch.
This is pretty much what the microwave looks like:
[Engineers don't even clean their bodies.]You'd think that with 500 of the smartest people in the city, we'd be able to figure out a way to keep the microwave clean, but no, apparently, cleanliness is inversely proportional to intelligence. That means as people get smarter, they get dirtier. Which makes Pigpen from Peanuts a freaking genius.
Anyways, I used it after much deliberation, which only goes to show that health concerns are inversely proportional to the deliciousness of food.
Anyways, I used it after much deliberation, which only goes to show that health concerns are inversely proportional to the deliciousness of food.
at least all the bacteria in there has been irradiated so many times that it is highly unlikely they would have survived. unless there were thermophiles present. But I have seen you recently, so I have no reason to believe you were opposite of healthy/alive.
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