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How To Make Fried Rice (like a maniac)

I'm not sure what to say about this, but.....Um. Yeah, this happened today. If there is a - before the sentence it's my sister talking, just regular is me talking.

...cheers? 

~Based on true events~

Parents out for a little bit

*phone rings*

It's Mum

Taking care of sister?

Oh, okay. What?

Oh, make lunch? Sure. What do you want? Yeah, we can do that. 'Kay. Sure. Love you, bye. 

*yells* Hey! We have to make lunch!

-Okay, sure. Hold on. 

*makes brownies*

Hold on, don't we have to make lunch? 

-Oh, yeah. What did mum say to make?

Orange chicken and rice. 

-Really? Oh, okay. 

Hey, let's make fried rice!

-What? Why?

Why the heck not, okay?

-How do we make it?

I dunno, let's find out *googles everything*

Oh, okay. Will you get the rice?

-We don't have enough brown rice

What about white?

-Nope

Oh, we can make both seperately and then mix them together. 

-WTH

I'm serious. 

-Are you mad?

......possibly. 

*runs around slicing various vegetables, boiling a random assortment of rice*

Oh, hold on, we have to-

-WHAT ABOUT THE BROWNIES

Oh oh OH NO MOVE IT GET THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER

*throws open oven*

Oh, they're done!

-What? I thought you said they were on fire!

That was a dramatic inference.

-Oh. 

*rice is done, brownies are out of the oven, vegetables all neatly minced*

Well, that was tedious.

-Let's watch Sherlock

Okay!!!

-I was joking...

I wasn't....

-Um, okay, I guess. 

Put it on! Let's go!

*watches random scenes of Sherlock*

Hold on, we should let the rice cool...

-Oh, yeah. 

*gets up from being sprawled on the floor*

*pours rice in a bowl*

Sister's rice=perfect

My rice=very stuck. very. 

Oh seriously please ice pick, now

-We don't have an ice pick!

Fine. Metal. Sharp. Today, please. 

-Here's a spoon...

Okay. *aggressively hacks at pan*

Oh oh oh I'm getting it out!! *furiously attacks stuck rice*

-Stop, stop, G! You're going to break it!

That's the point.

-No, the pan, not the rice. 

It's okay!

-No, it really isn't. 

*19735464783393948575 years later*

Mom, do you like our rice?

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