"The party is cursed!"
I watched in horror as Rolf ran off. My quiche, which I had worked so hard to make... and he claimed that I had cursed the party because of it!
I hadn't been so mortified since... since... Well, since the Eds had arrived a couple minutes ago, to be precise, but it had been a long time since anybody had insulted my cooking like that.
Oh the horror.
Oh the humiliation!
I had put such effort into my creation, and what thanks did I get?
People fled in fear of my culinary masterpiece!
Heartbroken, I put my face in my hands, and began sobbing.
"It's okay Jimmy, I like quiche!"