It all started a few weeks ago when I went downstairs to make some toast. My sister came down and asked me to make some toast with marmite. “I’ll only give you vegemite,” I said. ” no I like marmite, not vegemite.” “Okay then I, said.” But my sister did not know that I had thought about an evil plan. It was stunning, stupendous, amazing. Wickedly, I put vegemite on the toast. then I carefully walked upstairs. “here is your toast with, marmite,” I said with an evil tone witch she did not notice. she took a bite and… she screamed.