Home of the Disaster People

Back in the college dorms, before their Earth came to an end, a young man works diligently in the shared kitchen. JAN 2020 Iola approaches the stove. Simon stirs a lumpy substance around the pan. It coats every surface it touches, rendering the inside of the pan entirely white. Iola: What are you doing? Simon: I was trying to make PANCAKES but I got the ratio WRONG. (didn't put in enough mix.) Something starts to smell burnt, but the pancakes weren't turning brown on the bottom. Simon: So now I'm stirring it scrambled egg style. Simon: It's gotta solidify EVENTUALLY, RIGHT? Iola: You're gonna set off the smoke alarm. Simon: UGH, you're right. Simon scrapes the partly-cooked, gooey wads of batter into a glass measuring cup. It was likely the same one he used to measure out this atrocity. Simon places the cup in the microwave. Simon: This is good. If I nuke it, then it'll be edible. Simon sets the timer for a minute. The substance doesn't look much different when he takes it out. Simon grabs the nearest clean spoon and scoops out a lopsided chunk. Iola: So? Simon: (its got the texture of a mug cake. so, dense. still kinda wet, but it's holding shape.) Iola: You gonna finish it? Simon: (nope.)