When you’re an archaeologist with a set schedule, sometimes people really get to understand who you are
When I dug in France I always got a croissant at 0520 from the same exact place in Échemines. A week in, they had one lying on the counter for me by the time I walked in. By the second week I got the exact amount I’d pay in hand when I walked in, because they’d reliably have it ready. I made sure to tell the owners that I wasn’t returning on my last day of the dig.
I may mention that every time I ordered in French. On my last day the owners gave me hugs and kindly told me to never speak in French again
I think we should talk more about this particular SCP:
“The infinite pasta pot”
Apparently, this thing can become a keter.
This is litteraly a pasta pot that makes infinite pasta. *Italy intensifies*
But the hilarious part is the retrieval log:
“some farfalle cut him to death”
If you are not Italian like me, this is how farfalle look like:
I suppose they are pretty sharp and can kill someone, even if I never ever thought about this possibility.
“IT’S SO MUCH GODDAM MOTHERFUCKING PASTA!”
*screaming dramatically*IT’S FETTUCCINE!
I can imagine that conversation between the agent and his nonna (aka, grandma): “Hey nonna…I was thinking…can fettuccine kill people?” “The fuck you just said?”
“muffling with lasagna”
“tell me the status of the fettuccine” is probably the best sentence I have ever heard during my entire Italian life.
Whoever wrote this scp, thank you.
I am not Italian, but this is hilarious.
I’ve never read SCPs above 4000 yet but I need to start doing that BC this is amazing 😂😂😂
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