The Park [Sunday Afternoon]
Toasty was loose.
John didn't know how it had happened but he wasn't doing that much to hunt down his errant toaster either. Nope, Toasty could wreck havoc for all he cared. So, there was a small toaster sitting on a bench in the park.
It was quiet, for now, somehow watching those who passed by. If someone paid attention to him, then maybe he'd regale said person with an amazing fit of poetry.
But, you wouldn't know until you tried, would you?
[Open! For those that don't know, Toasty is Crichton's toaster that Bridge Carson enhanced so it could talk. Toasty is not politically correct and will most likely make fun of you in rhyme. Please don't smash Toasty.]
John didn't know how it had happened but he wasn't doing that much to hunt down his errant toaster either. Nope, Toasty could wreck havoc for all he cared. So, there was a small toaster sitting on a bench in the park.
It was quiet, for now, somehow watching those who passed by. If someone paid attention to him, then maybe he'd regale said person with an amazing fit of poetry.
But, you wouldn't know until you tried, would you?
[Open! For those that don't know, Toasty is Crichton's toaster that Bridge Carson enhanced so it could talk. Toasty is not politically correct and will most likely make fun of you in rhyme. Please don't smash Toasty.]