So, this happened a few days back and it's still freaking me out a bit:
You see, I was making one hell of a salad, using tons of cherry tomatoes, everything going as you'd expect it to. Then one of them rolled off the table and ended up in the floor; I picked it up and, once I was about to slice it, it said, in a super deep yet solemn voice:
"The juice of my people... has been spilled".
It was the creepiest thing ever.
And it felt like:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_PrRd-Y56c&