It was a dark and stormy night in the kitchen of 3456-1 Street. The air was thick with the scent of last night's leftover takeout. Suddenly, a sense of dread crept over the inhabitants as they realized that the Tofu in the fridge had... gone off.
The once-placid block of Tofu, now a gelatinous, greenish-grey mass, sat on the counter, its presence seeming to radiate an aura of malevolance.
The family gathered around, aghast at the sight, wondering how this could have happened. The children, normally so fond of the Tofu, now cowered at its sight.
It was then that the patriarch of the household, a stout and stalwart individual, stepped forward and declared, "We shall have to call in the Tofu- Removal Specialist!"
Call in the expert: Bring in the Expert
Or, if you're feeling brave, try to tackle it yourself: Bravado Mode
Or, if you just want to make it worse: Make It Worse