Scary day act 2

It was sure to come. There was no running away from it. The day finally came when Wen Sern, Zentrox and Kuan Yong came to my house to finish up 2 packets of pasta, a large jar and a little bit more of prego sauce (actually its 1 1/4 jar), and the taiwanese sausages that we were supposed to finish up in PD 2 weeks ago. Things go really haywire whenever we get together, you know?
I told Wen Sern to buy some mushrooms and i expected them to be fresh. Instead he bought me dried up ones. Well it will do. He came first. I did the minced meat, seasoned it before Zentrox and Kuan Yong arrived with drinks. Kuan Yong can't believe how clean his small, tiny pot was when compared to the dirty blackened one that he 'accidentally' left in my house. It took lots of time to clean it.
Then things started to get dangerous. Kuan Yong, a certified pastry chef got all egoistic, Wen Sern took command, Zentrox voiced his opinions and i tried to maintain control. 4 voices shouted at one another, sometimes crude and vulgar, but we laughed all the time. They looked every nook and corner of my kitchen for food and sauce that can be 'justified' for use on our pasta. Heck, they nearly dismantled my whole house. Have you ever seen anybody using Lee Kum Kee's oyster sauce for pasta? No? Well, then u haven't seen us cooking. One of them spotted a can of clams and they tried to claim it for use. Luckily i saw that. If i didn't supervise them, i'm sure that even my grandma's ginseng will go to pot. They are bloody communists I tell you!
Kuan Yong manned the chopping block, apparently dismayed by the way i diced the garlic and onions. This guy works the devil out of a knife! He can chop real fast and the cuts are even and fine. His skills are dazzling but at least things slowed down a bit when he mistook his middle finger for one of the taiwanese sausages. Yup! One deep slash right on the back of his right middle finger. Blood oozed out. Tried to get him a sanitary pad but a handiplast came just in time.
Zentrox and me tried to calm down Wen Sern, who was adamant to cook all the 2 packets of pastas in a row, each about 500g.
I still can remember him saying, "What's the worry? there are 4 of us, it is just 250g of pasta for each of us. 500g is not a family size. 1kg is about it. We can easily devour 250g of things. U can't? Well i can." Then, he dumped the 2 packets into boiling water. He won.
Kuan Yong and I added some salt to the water while Wen Sern took the liberty to pour oil into the boiling water. Ya. The boiling water with pasta in it. And incredulously, Zentrox seconded him. Where on earth did they get the idea anyway? The whole situation was so chaotic nobody seems to be in control of himself. After the oil has been poured, i showed them the direction on boiling pasta that was stated on 1 of the packets of pasta. It was in English and it was obvious that it mentioned nothing about oil. They grinned.
Then, to rub salt onto the wound, Kuan Yong pointed out that Wen Sern miscalculated the weight of pasta that each of us will have to consume. He said that each of us will have 250 g of pasta. Dried pasta. After it comes to boil, it most probably weighs twice as heavy.
Plus tomato sauce, minced meat, sausages, cheese and mushrooms, I can safely say that each of us will be consuming about 600-700g of food. More grins.
After that, without much ado, we heated the wok and started to cook. We cooked the taiwanese sausages first. Then, with gusto, Wen Sern and I stir fried the garlic and onions, and poured all the prego tomato sauce into the wok, before realising that we yet to cook the minced meat and mushrooms. Disaster. We did it on a seperate pan and then add to the gravy. Anyway, you must see the glimmer of madness in Zentrox's eyes when he was dishing out the oregano, salt, and pepper onto the sauce. I was scared. He was mad.
Then we had our meal. At 12.30p.m.. Most of us didn't have our breakfast and were hungry like wolves. Despite our haphazard way of cooking, it actually tastes damn good! Zentrox and I had 2 helpings, Kuan Yong had 1 and the rest, the remaining 1kg of wet pasta, minus the sauce were all Wen Sern's.
That guy was so fedup halfway through that he played with his pasta in such disgusting ways that if i describe them here, authorities would have taken down my blog the next day. Anyway, that guy was so full he went to the toilet during the dinner. To clear more room.
My mother came back and helped him out. Then we went on a joyride to times square in a car. Yup! The speed demon's. I can't believe it that it was still a one-wheel-drive and the sand from PD laid untouch on his rubber sheets! Along the way we scratched the car's bottom on some speed bumps, accelerated while executing corners and violating a double-line. Same old story.