Nann Bread Attacks

I love Indian Food, maybe it is because you don't actually have to chew it. It just kind of slides around in your mouth and your tongue gets to play with it. It says "hello spinage mush stuff, do you want to check out Mr. Stomach today?" The answer is always yes. Today at lunch I imagined I was attacked by a Nann Bread monster, my only weapon against it was my mouth. I can't decide if the restaurant patrons were thankfull that I fought off the monster, or pissed that I ate all the bread?