We didn’t think that this was possible, that he could do something like this, but somehow, someway, the cockroach has found a way to create havoc in our lives, even though I buried him. I can’t believe this is happening, I buried him...I BURIED HIM! He took the one thing that was ours and turned it against us...our food. It used to be fine; we made food with ease, until he stepped in. I swear that he was the one that did this to our onions, to our eyes. He unleashed a secret weapon that I have never seen before. Somehow he rigged our onions, all of them, to turn on us, and burn our eyes. Yes, onions are supposed to make you cry when cut, but not like this, this is the work of him, I know it. It was a day like any other day. There I was, making food, cutting up onions, finally feeling safe that my enemy can’t do more harm. Then like a speeding train hitting a brick wall, my eyes started burning, burning like the sun itself dripped poison into my eyes. I fell to the ground, disoriented by the pain, blind to what was happening around me...the next few hours were a blur, blackening out from the pain. I regained consciousness, finally being able to think again. My vision started to blur back in and I could see 2 figures beside me. I jumped back from the fear of not being able to recognize them....It was Carleigh and Janna, they had run to help me, but fell victim to the onions as well. The cockroach struck again, destroying some of my vision permanently with his catastrophic onions.
P.S.: Honestly, the onions here are insane! Whoever cuts them ends up not being able to see or open their eyes and has to leave the kitchen from that effect. Whoever fries them also has to like stand as far away as possible, looking in the total opposite direction protecting their eyes! Those onions I tell you are something special! Trust onions of doom!
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