Pots and pans clattered to the ground and three voices sounded.

“Shit,” the first said, loudly picking them back up. The kettle on the stove began to boil as a timer went off. The oven was flung open and cursing from the heat erupted.

Hot pans of sizzling food, burnt to a crisp, landed on the counter with a thump.

“Hot pans on the counter, no!” Shouted the second voice. Scrambling for oven mitts and hot plates ensued.

“Fuck. This is ruined. We can’t fix this,” the third voice said, defeated.

The kettle on the stove started to shriek as the pot of hot water boiled over.

Heart rates rose, as did the voices. Soon all sense of organization was lost within the chaos.