Titanic: La Salsa del Caos

Ah, la dolce vita! A night of pure luxury, a feast for

the senses, no worries on this grand vessel. Only the finest Parmesan-encrusted air.

What was that? Did a rogue pasta dish just achieve sentience and tap dance on

the hull of this majestic pasta-liner? Hmm, a little wobble. Perhaps the ship

is just getting into the groove of a chaotic, yet elegant, Italian disco beat?

Is that... a gondola in the marinara? And why is the floor suddenly

feeling like a ramp leading to a pasta dimension? Mamma mia! It wasn't an

iceberg, it was... a flying pizza-moth! And it's covered in basil,