Hoteatableliquid isn’t just soup—it’s a hazard with a garnish. It once boiled itself out of spite. The last person who tried to taste it woke up three days later speaking fluent raccoon. Sometimes the spoon stirs itself, sometimes the bowl growls, and once… once it climbed the table, screamed ‘DINNER IS SERVED,’ and body-slammed a bread roll. Nobody calls it food anymore. It’s just… Hoteatableliquid, and we’ve all learned to keep a safe distance.