It was the 1940s when there was a starving man. He found a line of pasta, a strand. It was squiggly. An envious onlooker, seeing the strand, became envious of its squiggling nature, and he wanted it too. He desired it so greatly that he walked over there to grab it before the starving man ate it. Having eaten the curvy pasta strand, he then returned to his seat at the luxury hotel he was staying at. Seated back on his seat he continued his four course brunch.