Aiyoh, bro! Let me tell you about the high-tech drama that happened at my prata stall last night. So I was dating this sweet girl, right? Flipping my signature crispy egg prata with double flair—slap, throw, fold! She was inhaling the prata like it was pure gold, dipping it inside curry and smiling until her eyes became two crescent moons. Everything was smooth like hot ghee. Then out of nowhere, she wiped her mouth, looked straight into my eyes, and hit me with the bombshell: "Muthu boy, I'm pregnant... and it's YOUR baby!" WALLAHI?! My prata flip instantly froze in mid-air! I nearly dropped my spatula into the dal curry. I said, "Girl, wait first! How can it be your baby and my baby?! We only go dating for two weeks! I never touch your hand, never touch your pinky finger, only