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"Donnie! Leo broke the toaster again!" Mikey called to his brother with out looking up from his magazine.
Donnie emerged from his lab, his flamethrower mask still resting on his forehead. "Leo! That's the fifth time this week! And it's only been a three day week so far!"
Leo threw his arms up in the air. "Well it's not my fault the toaster hates me! All I did was put a waffle in and it caught on fire!"
Raph walked in behind Donnie with a bemused look on his face. "What'd I miss? Leo kill the toaster again?"
"Yep," said Mikey, finally looking up from the paper. "I used it five minutes ago for some toast, then Leo comes in and it explodes. Yesterday it wouldn't give him his breakfast after it was done, and before that it burned his toaster strudel."
Leo spun around towards Raph, continuing the rant. "Yeah, and before that, it burned everything I tried to heat up!"
"The first time, you stuck a fork in it to get your toast out because it wouldn't pop up." Donnie added, checking over the toaster for any wire shortenings or breaks.
Raph crossed his arms and leaned up against the wall. "And after that, it wouldn't let you plug it in. Everytime you tried, it would ding like it was done and fall out of the socket." He laughed. "Then I tried plugging it in and it worked for me."
Leo pointed in the toaster's direction. "You see!? It hates me! That's what's going on here!"
"Leo, for the third time, inanimate objects can't hate you, you're just not good at using them." Donnie said.
Mikey laughed and jumped off the counter he was sitting on to walk over to his upset brother. "Don't worry, dude. I doubt it hates you enough to deny any poptart privleges. Maybe it just doesn't like your choice of breakfast foods?"
Leo turned on his brother. "But it's EVERY TIME Mikey. And its only me that it does this to." He walked up behind Donnie and leaned in to point at the toaster menacingly. "That's it. One more time, and you're toast."
Mikey smiled. "No pun intended I'm assuming."
Leo looked over and rolled his eyes. He pointed at the toaster again. "You know what I mean."
He stalked off as his brothers looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
The next day, Donnie made coffee and toast as usual. Mikey popped in his favorite toaster strudel and Raph made waffles.
Five minutes later Leo came in after his medatation for breakfast. He poured some orange juice and went to go put in a poptart.
As he neared the toaster, it suddenly exploded from the two slots and blew burnt powder in Leo's now sooty face.
The three brothers looked up as they heard the noise.
"Leo, are you okay!?"
Leo turned around to face Donnie and he sighed. "Yes, I'm fine."
"Okay. Well then, in that case..."
His brothers burst out laughing.
"You look like a chiminey sweep!" Donnie gasped.
"It looks like you got in a fight with some dirt and lost!" Mikey said though his laughter.
"You got beaten by the toaster! Again! What are the odds!" Raph laughed.
Leo turned around and glared at the toaster, fire in his eyes. "You."
The toaster didn't reply.
"Ugh!" Leo threw his arms in the air, grabbed his orange juice, and walked off towards the dojo, uncooked poptart still in hand.
The toaster smiled on the inside. 'Toaster six, turtle zero.'
Ok, just short little drabble. I'll be going now, hope you loved it!