I was at work, contemplating on which deity to give my faith (since I have to believe in something, right). Being an atheist was boring. Wouldn’t ya know it, the sky-god lovers were right about something. Anyway, I was looking for a sign, and POOF (splat), there was his noodley goodness, manifest in the palm of my hand. Thank you, our loving dish, for touching me in such noodley loving fashion. I’ll no longer walk around lost in the sauce.