I was rollerblading in front of my house

I was rollerblading in front of my house at top speed carrying a huge pot of boiling water. Suddenly

my potatoes were boiled in more ways than one. I stopped mid-skate, set the pot on the ground, and removed the oil vat from my backpack to check my fries.

As I was checking the fries, someone skated past me, knocking over the oil vat. I watched in horror as all my fries and the oil spilled out onto the ground.

The knife point was now wobbling inches from my neck, and I needed an answer. "It was the robots, Chef. You know how they like to excrete liquids." A snort. "Be very careful Jimmy

, my pasta was nearly ruined. Do it again”, he said, waving his knife point, “and you’ll become my next meal. Understood?” I nodded so vigorously that I accidentally...

slammed the back of my head into the wall. I was out like a light. I have no idea how much time passed while I was unconscious. When I woke, I found myself trussed up like a pig.

I struggled with the ropes but whoever had trussed me knew what they were doing. The only thing missing was the lipstick or the apple. My luck, it would be both. I didn't smell any

better than I had before, but once they put the apple in my mouth and baked me in a hot oven for four hours, basting me at intervals, I began to smell like Thanksgiving. I didn't

mind, though. It was all part of my plan to conquer this planet.They consumed me & I in turn gained residence in each of them. "They" became "me". Happy Thanksgiving indeed.