The Microwave Is Watching

One day, a talking microwave named Blorbo gained consciousness at exactly 3:17 a.m.

because someone reheated pizza one too many times. Instead of beeping normally,

Blorbo whispered, “It’s morbin’ time.” The walls started lagging. The floor did the

default Fortnite dance. A raccoon in a hoodie burst through the window yelling “CHAT

IS THIS REAL?” Suddenly, Ohio spawned. Skibidi Toilet rose from the ground

like an ancient prophecy, staring directly into your soul and saying,

“You forgot your homework.” A low-quality Vine boom sound echoed across the sky.

Everyone froze except the raccoon, who was now drinking Grimace Shake menacingly. Blorbo the microwave