Book 1, Chapter 10

“This is my kitchen,” E said as he walked into a room that had the same size and dimensions as his living room. “As you can see, it’s just a remodeled dorm room like the others, so I have a lot of counter and cabinet space. I don’t really use it much, however. In fact, I don’t cook much at all on account of the ‘fridge.”

Ean walked up to the appliance in question. It was an older model of a full sized unit, painted dully gray with blue handles for the refrigerator and freezer doors. It was tucked back in a space that had once been a closet.

“See, late one night it started talking, and I haven’t opened it since.” Ean shrugged. “Of course, it never kept things cold before that, so not opening it anymore hasn’t really been a big loss. And hey! A talking ‘fridge is ‘cool,’ right?”

“OPEN THE DOOR SO I CAN DESTROY YOU, PUNY MORTAL!” The refrigerator roared.

“I think you mean pun-y,” Ean quipped back.

“AAAAAUGH!” Was the refrigerator’s frustrated reply.

Et Alia, Book 1: Aliens, Ninjas, Demons and Pie

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