Okay, so I was reading a story by Ennui Enigma, called Microwave Experiments, and long story short, I was dared to write a sequel. I don't normally take dares, but this idea was too good to pass up. So this is for you, Ennui Enigma!
"Why am I doing this, John?"
"You were the one who put them in there, Sherlock. You can be the one to clean the mess up," John said, not looking up from his book.
"It was an experi-"
"An experiment, yes, I know, but eyes do not belong in the microwave!"
Sherlock pouted, standing at the microwave with his hands encased in yellow rubber gloves, and a bucket of soapy water on the counter beside him. Suddenly his pout turned to an expression of interest, examining the goo that had been a pair of eyeballs. John, becoming suspicious at the lack of complaining, turned to look at him, and immediately noticed the gleam in his eyes. "No, no Sherlock, you are not to blow anything else up in the microwave. You are not going to do that."
Sherlcok ignored him. "I need a brain, liver, pancreas-" He turned away and started to the door, going through it before John had time to do anything but call after him. "Sherlock, you haven't finished cleaning the microwave!"