Disclaimer: I still don't own the Power Rangers. However I do own a toaster! It even has a Pop- Tarts setting!
A small one shot to clear my mind.
You know toast really is good…especially if you have some good country gravy to dip it into.
Bridge sat on his bed looking thoughtfully at his toaster. Such a simple marvelous machine that had gone through so few modifications since it had been invented. What a wonderful device, that could take an ordinary piece of bread and turn it into something so warm, crispy and comforting. Sure there were other foods that offered up such doses of enjoyment. Ice cream with its cold and smooth texture, slowly melting as you licked it's cool exterior, almost sensual. Cotton Candy so light and fluffy and sweet, like eating happy air. Spaghetti it's long noodles just right for slurping and twirling. Mashed potatoes so - moldable. But toast was surely perfection. The warmth from the bread perfectly melting the butter on contact, so that after meticulous spreading, you came up with a perfect butter to bread ratio. So few things in his life were as simple and pure as the wonderful gift his toaster gave every time he pressed down that little black button. He continued to stare into the shiny metallic surface reflecting upon his reflection. Soon his patience would be rewarded with buttery (finger wiggle) goodness
POP
Bridge jumped in unison with the bread. He knew he had to be quick. Favorite knife in hand he dipped into the butter and began the joyous task of slathering his toast. A soft whoosh of the door indicated that this was no longer a private moment. Sky entered the room sniffing at the air
"Bridge what have I told you about making toast in the room? That's what the kitchen in the common room is for. Or better yet the food replicator, at least it can't burn it." Sky regretted the suggestion as soon as it flew out of his mouth.
Bridge looked up incredulously at Sky.
"You would dare to break the bond of man and toaster! You might as well tell me that Leonardo should have just taken a picture of the Mona Lisa! How could you suggest that I use the food replicator to make my toast! That's like saying why bother reading the book when you could just see the movie! The movie is never as good! And the sequel is always worse!" Bridge turned his attention back to his own masterpiece, and with loving care applied the last layer of butter.
Sky stood somewhat dumbfounded by his roommate. Years of being friends and bunkmates and Sky still did not understand the strange obsession Bridge had with toast. He brushed some crumbs off of his own bed as Bridge took his first delicious bite. A look of pure contentment filled his face. Bridge turned to Sky
"Would you like some? It's buttery!" He wiggled his fingers in front of his mouth with his free hand. An unconscious gesture.
Sky shook his head and turned to leave. Obviously he had interrupted a special moment between lovers.
Bridge relished every slightly soft and soaked bite. He then carefully replaced the butter container into a small insulated bag (so that it would not get too cold or too melty), gently wrapped the bread back into it's bag (so that it would not become stale) and fastidiously wiped the remaining residue off of his leather gloves (so that he would not leave buttery finger wiggle fingerprints everywhere). He turned back to his toaster admiring the silver exterior with it's small dent in the bottom left corner from when Sky had accidentally knocked it off the nightstand (at least he swears it was an accident, Bridge had other theories). No other security object could possibly do more for him then his beloved toaster. Bridge sighed happily as he turned off the lights and exited the room. He stopped in the doorway and gave one more loving glance back.
"Don't worry Maureen I'll be back soon."
POP