it was just one of those days when I REALLY felt nostalgic for being human.  Sneaking into the staff's kitchen and finding it vacated for once, I opened the refridgerator.  
Nothing, save some catsup and old mayonaisse.
The cupboard was stocked with very OLD open packages of ramen noodles and a can of grocery store quality soup not even fit for human consumption.  "How DO they survive?"
Giving up, I decided that that was the reason the kitchen was vacant today.  They were probably all grocery shopping, or something.  As I closed the cupboard door, I spotted a plastic package of egg noodles sitting on the counter, and next to it, three packets of brown gravy.  Overjoyed that I had found something decent, I emptied the package of egg noodles into a boiling pot of water, and set the gravy on once the noodles were about done.  As I dumped the last packet of gravy into the pot, I set it aside, and some gravy powder spilled onto the counter.  If the cooks found that I had left a mess, I would be in serious trouble.  The counter was otherwise spotless, and I took up most of the powder with my forefinger, dusting it off and tasting it.  An oddly curious, onion-like taste.  I picked up the empty packet and stared it down.  There were still little clumps of gravy powder at the corners.  Squeezing the packet over the pot, the clumps fell out into the boiling gravy, adding to the lumps that were already forming.  The inside of the packet was supposedly foil, but it was obscured by a fine halftone of gravy dust.  I blinked at it, stirring the pot out of the corner of my eye.  Looking left to right, I went to lick the opening of the gravy packet, my tongue could almost taste the extra gravy powder already.  Millimeters away, and then....<br>
Boom.<br>
It was HER.<br>