You should have been the one not breathing not M-E. For you were in a pot while I was cooking you away for my loved one. Yet the constant banging on that pot like the heart of Tell Tale kept building and building within M-E. I know I was Kosher but you were going to bring us together not pull us apart forever. Yet when I opened the lid you popped out and grabbed my nose as I in shock hit the countertop with a thud. The meal was ruined as the only thing cooked was M-E in a bloody stew on the floor.