Professor Farnsworth had a toaster on his desk yet again, though he was not putting food into this time. Instead, he was poking it with a stick, tweaking it a little bit with a screwdriver, and fiddling with an electronic interface that he'd worked into the thing ( Read more... )

Farnsworth was sitting at his desk, hands folded with his elbows resting on it. There was nothing else in front of him but a placemat a plate, and a toaster, clearly in use, and the minutes ticked by without even until finally the toaster gave a faint ding and a pop and two things that were definitely not toast but were definitely charred shot up ( Read more... )