Martain the Meatball was hanging around the Big Bowl with his friend Spaghetti Sal, when he heard a calamity from around the corner. Martain peered over the edge of the bowl and saw an army of ravioli rioting on Mount Stovetop. The leader of this revolt was none other than Roy, the ravioli who wanted his breed to dominate all the pasta of Kitchonia. Martain wasn't concerned, seeing as he was meat, not starch, but Sal looked quite distressed.
"They can't do this!" Sal shouted. "I won't let them!" And with that, the brave string of spaghetti slithered up Mount Stovetop to give Roy a piece of his mind. Things didn't go so well, however, for as soon as Sal reached the summit, Roy signaled to his cronies. At that, two of the largest ravioli -- the cheese was practically bursting from their gut -- began turning a large dias on Mount Stovetop.
The next thing Martain saw was his best buddy go up in a burst of flames as a conflagration rose up from a circle on the summit. "Let this be a lesson to all other races of pasta!" Roy shouted to the rest of Kitchonia. "Anybody who challenges my almighty power will be destroyed! The bottom of the food pyrimid belongs to US! THE RAVIOLI!" And with that there was a great applause.
Martain didn't applaud however. He wanted revenge. But he would need some help. He would have to seek out the legendary Rigatoni brothers!
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"When science has uttered her voice, let babblers hold their peace."
~Jules Verne