I´m writing this as the flat is slowly filling with smoke and so are my lungs. I offered Alan and Jon to cook a "goodbye dinner" using the stuff they had in the refrigerator. The result was/is honey chicken with vegetables.
Alan just warned me like "There is some stuff in the oven we can't get out but it won´t matter" so I put it in and immediately caused a fire alarm by producing a ridiculous amount of smoke but we are really hungry so we opened all windows and doors and placed a fan to blow the smoke out. Doesn´t work too well.
My eyes burn and its getting harder to breath. Thats a high price for chicken. Damn.
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