[Her chill in combat has increased threefold since her time in Towa City. Her chill in the kitchen?
Well. Considering how thick the smoke is getting from the microwave, she can't be blamed can she?
Toko flings the cupboards open, searching madly until she grasps the cool metal surface. Toko whirls around, fumbles with the safety pin, and finally yanks the trigger.
KRSSSHSHSHSHHSHHHHHHHHH—
The thick white gas streams out of the extinguisher in a shockingly powerful stream. She misses the microwave at first, zigzagging her way back to the fire.
Please. PLEASE. If she survived dino car just to die in a fUCKING BAKE OFF I SWEAR TO GOD
also claude may or may not be in the line of fire]
All that remains after Toko's heroics is Claudy the Snowman.
He's a little out of his depth, because when Toko pulls out the fire extinguisher... He doesn't know what that is either, and he barely manages to snap his mouth shut from the question that was on his lips when she unleashes the hose. ]
...
[ Thoroughly bukkake'd, he says nothing as he wipes the white foam from his face, staring at the sputtering and blackened microwave. ]
... Do you think we can still use it in the recipe?
[It would be nice if there was a very small hole nearby, just her size. She needs somewhere to curl up and die.]
I...
[She looks from Claude, who is the world's sloppiest snowman, to the microwave, which is in its death throes, to their batter, which has been battered.
She drops the fire extinguisher and nearly wrenches her own hair out.]
I'M SORRY! I was j-just trying to put it out! I swear!
[ Claude begins the fun task of cleaning himself up, giving Toko's anguish an amused look. ]
And it looks like you succeeded. Probably saved me from burning the entire place down.
[ . . . ]
Even though you're the one who told me to use that machine to melt the butter. [ He sounds a little accusing. Was this a set up? ] Why didn't you warn me it would catch fire?
B-because I didn't think you'd leave the foil on! [She scowls, accusatory.] You can't put metal in a microwave! It d-does this — it makes the metal go...
[Her hands flounder in the gesture. How do microwaves work? She is suddenly aware she has no idea.]
Whatever! Here. [She snags two dish towels and atones for her sins by attempting to clear the foam off of him. One rag for Claude, one for Toko.] L-let's just make them a sandwich and get the hell out of here.
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[Her chill in combat has increased threefold since her time in Towa City. Her chill in the kitchen?
Well. Considering how thick the smoke is getting from the microwave, she can't be blamed can she?
Toko flings the cupboards open, searching madly until she grasps the cool metal surface. Toko whirls around, fumbles with the safety pin, and finally yanks the trigger.
KRSSSHSHSHSHHSHHHHHHHHH—
The thick white gas streams out of the extinguisher in a shockingly powerful stream. She misses the microwave at first, zigzagging her way back to the fire.
Please. PLEASE. If she survived dino car just to die in a fUCKING BAKE OFF I SWEAR TO GOD
also claude may or may not be in the line of fire]
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All that remains after Toko's heroics is Claudy the Snowman.
He's a little out of his depth, because when Toko pulls out the fire extinguisher... He doesn't know what that is either, and he barely manages to snap his mouth shut from the question that was on his lips when she unleashes the hose. ]
...
[ Thoroughly bukkake'd, he says nothing as he wipes the white foam from his face, staring at the sputtering and blackened microwave. ]
... Do you think we can still use it in the recipe?
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I...
[She looks from Claude, who is the world's sloppiest snowman, to the microwave, which is in its death throes, to their batter, which has been battered.
She drops the fire extinguisher and nearly wrenches her own hair out.]
I'M SORRY! I was j-just trying to put it out! I swear!
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And it looks like you succeeded. Probably saved me from burning the entire place down.
[ . . . ]
Even though you're the one who told me to use that machine to melt the butter. [ He sounds a little accusing. Was this a set up? ] Why didn't you warn me it would catch fire?
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B-because I didn't think you'd leave the foil on! [She scowls, accusatory.] You can't put metal in a microwave! It d-does this — it makes the metal go...
[Her hands flounder in the gesture. How do microwaves work? She is suddenly aware she has no idea.]
Whatever! Here. [She snags two dish towels and atones for her sins by attempting to clear the foam off of him. One rag for Claude, one for Toko.] L-let's just make them a sandwich and get the hell out of here.