It was a dark and stormy night in the Tuscan countryside when I, Leonardo, realized I was out of sausages. The last one, a plump and juicy Prosciutto was all that remained. I gazed upon my plate, feeling like a king without his kingdom.
As I pondered my fate, I heard a knock at the door. It was my good friend, Salvatore. He said, "Leonardo, I've come to save you from this sausage-less existence!"
And so, the feast began. We devoured the Prosciutto and many other delicacies. It was a night to remember, or forget, depending on how much wine we consumed.
But little did we know, our feast was not without consequences. The next morning, I awoke to find Salvatore snoring peacefully, with a Prosciutto-stuffed belly.
I chuckled and shook my head, "Ah, Salvatore, you've done it again." And so, the legend of the last supper lived on.