I hissed as my finger dug into the sharp edge of the cheese grater and quickly pulled my hand away, and stuck the throbbing knuckle in my mouth to keep the blood from flowing until I could grab a paper towel to briefly wrap around the wound. "Well that's just grate." I mutter and quirked a smile, amused at my own pun. "At least the injury was good for something." A moment of happiness, despite having to now deal with a maimed limb.
-Inspiration from trying to make Nachos
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