"Oh my god! What happened to it?!" The young boy stared at it for a while, unable to move. "Hey Tyson dude, what's up?" The black haired boy rushed into the room, with a look of alarm on his face. "It's ruined, I can't believe it's ruined. All my hard work, the cutting and preparing, then carefully placing it in there, and now it's ruined!" Ray wondered what was going on, and by this time the other three boys had also entered the room, curious as to what all the shouting was about. As ray looked around Tyson, his alarmed expression was quickly changed to one of 'what the fuck?' "A baked potato?" Ray didn't know whether to laugh at Tyson or hit the boy for being so stupid. "All that winging is because of a baked potato?" "You don't understand, it took me ages to get that thing ready, and I was really looking forward to eating it, but I was too busy, well, nevermind. But the point is I left it in too long and now it's all black and ruined!" And with this the boy broke down in tears on the kitchen floor. The other boys sighed and walked out of the room, not surprised that Tyson couldn't make a baked potato, since he didn't even know how to work the microwave.