"Hello my stupid friend of death," I say. Staring at the machine before me. The metal it is made from gleams coldy from the light coming through the window. Like many others, I could not resist the thought of having such a cruel weapon in my home. It has taken so many lives, yet, it creates beautiful things.
A loud ding, coming from the machine, pulls me from my thoughts. I stare at it for a little while longer before daring to walk closer. Its now or never. Ever so carefully, i stick a fork in one of the openings on the top. Being EXTREMELY care not to tough the edges, I stab the thing on the inside and pull it out.
"Victory!"