Twelve eager eggs; Seven scintillated stock cubes; four favourable milk drums; other such objects; On a Saturday morning they all waited expectantly in the basket to see the land beyond, the new world.
“Step into my fortress,” says the microwave, the evil auctioneer, conductor of particle transportation. And many did.
Sam was a bin, and a tragic sort of character. His friend Watson always managed to diet so easily, using the recycling diet, (a very popular method) whereas Sam just couldn’t control himself.
If ever there was a bad-ass in the kitchen it was the toaster. It was a nutcase.
“How’s things Marty?” asked Paul. Paul and Marty were kitchen cupboards, neighbors and comrades for the best of twenty years. They’d been through everything together -They’d been together since they’d left the factory.