Mr. Brown was an average art teacher who loved nothing more than to relax after work with a big plate of spaghetti. That was, until one day when his students had called him at his house. He was enjoying the spaghetti the students had made for him, then he heard it, something about the spaghetti. The pasta had turned into a plate full of worms, worms of living spaghetti
And with no sauce or meatballs (Mr. Brown despised those things) they quickly wormed their way around the table. These worms crawled up the pasta because on top of the spaghetti - all covered with cheese -the poor meatball was pushed over and rolled out the door. "'Oh my worms!" Mr. Brown shrieked, “MY MEATBALL!”. “Your meatball!” the worms mocked quietly.
“I will eat you instead of one meatball!” shouted Mr. Brown. Then he realized the worms were being helpful because he despised meatballs! Thus he aggressively thanked the worms. The warms gasped “GASP" as he fell to his knees and bowed down to the slithering fiddling worms, his noodly arms flapping like a bird covered in tomato sauce. He shrunk down to the size of a worm, arms, and legs stretching longer. He used his elongated arms and legs to escape. And thus, stage one of the spaghettification was complete.