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Oven: Part 4

Being an oven’s a tough job. If the duty of an oven were an easy one, we’d be called “refrigerators”. It’s easy to slow and cool food down, but only the best can heat ‘em up. When I have my counterpart stove with me, we’re a two-headed monster (though I’m the better half, of course). When it gets hot outside, people will say it’s like an oven. But they’re wrong for two different reasons. One, nothing can compare the awesome-factor that ovens have and two, I’m the hottest thing to hit this planet since the lava that ruined Pompeii. I may pretend to only be as smart as the person that’s using me, but the truth is, I’m condescending to their insignificant levels so they’ll feel a sense of accomplishment if they use me right. Being a stove is every appliances’ dream and – oh wait, here comes a guy who just whipped some cinnamon rolls out of the oven. Take that, fridge. I’ll have breakfast ready in eleven minutes, why don’t you go do something worthwhile and watch Spongebob?

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