Flabbergasted, I squeal and start crying and banging my head into the wall.
With my hair disheveled and my clothes ravaged like a tatterdemalion, I march angrily up to the cook.
I desolately stare into their irises until my broken emotions erupt from my cracking larynx.
Then I quietly turn my cheek and lower my head so that my hair covers my face and I drip tears onto the floor.
I question the existence of God and wonder why He has forsaken me.
I proceed to completely rotate my body 180-degrees and slowly, but steadily walk the other way.
And I keep walking... And walking...
Until the end.