>Walk foodcourt for lunch
    >See a cute girl sitting all alone
    >Sit next to her
    >Introduce myself
    >Get my backpack
    >Unzip it
    >Pull a stick of butter and some bread out of it
    >Start spreading the butter on the bread
    >She starts looking at me weird
    >Get really nervous and self-conscious
    >Take a bite out of my buttered bread
    >Shakily repeat to her "This is my meal that I have prepared for myself. If you don't like it don't be rude about it!"
    >She starts laughing
    >Get really angry
    >Start tearing up
    >Face turns red
    >Get up
    >Throw my butter
    >Scream at the top of my lungs
    >"THIS IS MY MEAL THAT I HAVE PREPARED FOR MYSELF AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT DON'T BE RUDE ABOUT IT, OKAY BITCH?!"
    >Turns out I accidentally hit some dude in the head with my butter
    >He walks up and beats the shit out of me
    >Lying on the ground crying
    >Girl kicks me in the balls and calls me a freak
>Suddenly, spaghetti tentacles race out of my pockets and grab hold of the girl
>Throw girl at 720mph at the guy that beat me up
>Tons of spaghetti tentacles form out of the spaghetti rushing through my pockets
>Begin to destroy the food court with my new weapons of destruction
>Start shitting violently, luckily the spaghetti protects my anus from bleeding
>Grab buttered bread with spaghetti tentacles, mix it with spaghetti and shit and put it on a plate
>Move to the girl, show her the meal created by the master chef that is me, anon, and repeat to her "THIS IS MY MEAL THAT I HAVE PREPARED FOR MYSELF, IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT DON'T BE RUDE ABOUT IT!"
>Shove it down her throat, plate included, while shoving a large stream of spaghetti into her ass
>Grab guy who beat me up and engulf him in spaghetti, shoving it into every orifice
>By this time the food court is starting to get flooded in spaghetti and shit
>I start to create a spaghetti tornado, sucking in everything in this place
>Begin my transformation into the Spaghetti God, as my spaghetti tornado gets bigger
>The food court is completely destroyed, as hundreds of corpses spin around me, two of my tentacles still holding the girl and the guy
>The girl, having digested my spaghetti supreme sandwich with butter and shit, starts to transform into the Spaghetti Goddess, and doubles the size of Hurricane Spaghetti, no longer a tornado
>Hurricane Spaghetti can be seen from space as a large orange-brown spiral, as news stations worldwide air reports of it on TV
>Tentacles as thick as trucks destroy cameras capturing footage of it, as an event like this can't be shown to the public
>Our transformation is almost complete, hurricane spaghetti leaves earth to crash into the moon
>To add insult to injury, guy who beat me up is thrown at a plane which starts to crash into the empire state building, creating the next 9/11
>The moon is covered with spaghetti and shit, the Spaghetti Storm moves Spaghettia into
mars
>Spaghettia collides with mars, transforming it into a larger version of Spaghettia, the Spaghetti Storm circling its equator
>the final version of Spaghettia is born, with spaghetti-filled lands with meatball trees and oceans of tomato sauce, complete with polar caps of cheese
>The spaghetti storm starts to die down as me and the Spaghetti Goddess fuck, giving birth to the Spaghetti People
>The uncontrollable farting during the sex gives Spaghettia a brown atmosphere
>In the end, as I sat on my spaghetti throne in the heavens of Spaghettia, I thought to myself, was it worth it? To cause the second 9/11, to destroy a large part of earth and leave it doomed with no moon, radiation from the sun entering the large hole in its atmosphere? Maybe I should've never went to 4chan, maybe I should've never become such a socially awkward outcast, but it's too late now. I have my own planet, and I'll never be able to cause the destruction of a large portion of another planet again. The brown skies of spaghettia are now my home
>Somewhere, in a food court in a spaghettia continent in the upper hemisphere, a spaghetti person begins to spread ketchup on an empty hamburger bun