>Angela was on her third night but was working on the same head of lettuce. Three days straight! "Fucking Romaine! Always too much," she uttered to the empty kitchen. She had eaten all the wings she had stolen, but damn, a five pound bag of lettuce is a commitment. She used to just take random chicken wings, her boss never noticed. Tom just thought she was lazy when it came to restocking. But Angela just wanted free food. The Romaine was different though... It was almost rotten... Spoiled to the core. Wanting a salad, she reached into the five pound bag of rotten romaine, and her hand went in. Deep. And she felt all the slime of the Universe, and she could not pull out... "AW MAH LORD!!! LET ME HAND OUT!!!" The screams couldn't matter. It was already set. And that is when Angela and Tom woke together in a gorgeous field.