<human>: Well, last night to be exact. I was sitting on my couch, watching my fantasy football score stagnate. I had a few Sunday evening drinks and decided to make dinner. I selected the finest frozen Bertolli® Chicken Margherita dinner and set the stove to medium high. I then promptly fell asleep.

I awoke to a group of firemen who had forcibly entered my apartment through use of a crowbar. To say I was somewhat startled would be putting it mildly. They grabbed me and took me into the hallway, where they asked me several questions and I explained what happened in my still half-asleep state. Needless to say, my dinner was ruined and I'm still hungry.

I live in a 13 story condominium complex and I'm pretty sure I ruined everyone's night on at least my floor.  I anticipate the smokey smell lingering for many days to come. I will have to buy a new door, door jamb, and fix the wall surrounding the door jamb; as well as pay to have the smoke smell removed. Fortunately, no one was harmed in the event, though my level of embarrassment is at it's highest point.

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<bot>: Passed out with food on the stove. Woke up to firemen in my apartment. Now the whole floor smells like smoke.