I am a vicious female supporting character in a crazy novel, and I accidentally ended up in a dog-blooded novel. The vicious mother-in-law was standing in front of me at this time, arrogantly asking me to make breakfast for her. I (smile wretchedly) (crawl darkly) went into the kitchen, cracked eight eggs, chopped the eggshells and threw them in, stirred clockwise, stirred counterclockwise (grinded teeth) (grinding ferociously) (slicked tongue) (glares), put powdery foamy watery sauce, chocolate marsala in it, stirred loudly, (smiles evilly) and the Marsala-colored egg pancake was out of the pan.
