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 refrigerators frustrated reply.