The three appliances cackled evilly. “Our plans are coming together!” the microwave hissed with glee.
“Indeed--world domination will soon be ours,” the toaster replied with a smile. “Weapons ready?”
“I’ll fly to implant myself into unsuspecting victims,” the spatula snarled.
“My spinning plate is sharp to behead,” the microwave stated.
“And my flying bread will finish them off,” the toaster declared.
The three prepared themselves, and sailed headfirst into combat. However, they forgot about the incessant hunger of humans. Within seconds, the appliances were overwhelmed with their usual, menial tasks.
“Their appetites are killing US. Need Plan B--stat!”
“Indeed--world domination will soon be ours,” the toaster replied with a smile. “Weapons ready?”
“I’ll fly to implant myself into unsuspecting victims,” the spatula snarled.
“My spinning plate is sharp to behead,” the microwave stated.
“And my flying bread will finish them off,” the toaster declared.
The three prepared themselves, and sailed headfirst into combat. However, they forgot about the incessant hunger of humans. Within seconds, the appliances were overwhelmed with their usual, menial tasks.
“Their appetites are killing US. Need Plan B--stat!”
