I love me some macaroni and cheese.
It's classic and it's delicious.
Except when it's not...
Yesterday in the office, there was some macaroni and cheese that almost ended my young life. When I took it out of the microwave, I swear the stuff growled at me. I took one bite of it, realized I had just consumed a rotting corpse, and promptly chugged back some bleach to make sure I wasn't poisoned.
Need a visual?
I burned the remains so that it wouldn't spawn and slept with one eye open just in case.