In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron cooked, in secret, a Master penne to control all others. And into this pasta he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all hangover cuisine.
Three breadsticks were given to the Elves; immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven, to the Dwarf Lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine breadsticks were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else desire carbohydrates.
In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron cooked, in secret, a Master penne to control all others. And into this pasta he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all hangover cuisine.
Three breadsticks were given to the Elves; immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven, to the Dwarf Lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine breadsticks were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else desire carbohydrates.