Microwave —
You think it was the perfect evening, nice and relaxing after a long day. Nothing could possibly go wrong.
But then you throw some Orville Redenbacher in, press the Auto button, and discovered that your microwave has opened the gates of hell and you’ve unleashed armageddon upon the world…
We all knew it had to happen sometime, but who knew the apocalypse would be heralded by the staccato cadence of brimstone-heated popcorn?
Daniel Webster, if you’re out there — I could use some help getting my popcorn back…