We're all looking for something more, something grander in our lives. Whether that's a more beautiful mate, a more lucrative career, or more cheese on our pasta, few humans are ever satisfied with what they have. Though it's important not to allow oneself to stagnate, remember that the only organism that grows endlessly is cancer.

Pictured here is Icarus, the pasta of ambition.

This would make a great dinner, if you ate half of it. And it would make a great murder weapon, if you ate the other half of it.

Pictured here is Brie House, lettin' it all hang out.

The bane of underappreciated office drones everywhere.

Pictured here is A Queso The Mondays - uh oh!

That's right, Alan: I literally eat punks like you for lunch.

Pictured here is Alan, though fortunately no pasta can really look quite like him.

Hey Matt, you've been eating on Olive Garden's dime for 45 days now. Maybe lighten up on them a little, eh?

Pictured here is Matt, the most ungrateful pasta.

Props to Hagana for at least registering a domain name, which is more than the rest of these chumps did.

Pictured here is Hagana, which I'll grant is a sweet-ass name for a pasta or a person.

It goes without saying that this is the superior dining option.

Pictured here is Vino, as delicious as it is handsome.

A new beginning
Penne, Sausage, and Meat Sauce
Food springs eternal.

Pictured here is Spring
Do you see all the fresh herbs?
...not quite a veggie.

The sun on a hill
A radiant flow, pure meat
I want dat beefball.

Pictured here, Summer
Which seems so far away now
Was it ever real?

To be born, to die
As all living things must do
Continuously

Autumn, pictured here,
A season that reminds us
of the Important.

Now is the pasta
Of our discontent; nights filled
With longer hours

And here is Winter
Or, a photograph of it
Ceci n'est pas, right.

"You cannot eat it. None of us can. The One Pasta answers to the Garden alone. It has no other master."

Pictured here is Angelheir, the rightful claimant of the pasta throne.