Author's Note: I don't own any of the Degrassi characters in this story.

Toby sighed. He had just gotten home from school, and he was hungry. His parents were gone, and Ashley was at Ellie's house. He looked to his counter and saw a loaf of bread and thought I could make a sandwich. He didn't know what kind of sandwich to make though, he had lots of options. He walked over to the fridge and saw a huge stack of cheese slices. Hmmmm he thought. A grilled cheese sandwich sounds good. He pulled out 2 cheese slices, closed the fridge door, pulled out 2 pieces of bread, made his sandwich, pulled out a frying pan, and started to grill his sandwich. As he pulled out the salt shaker and salted his sandwich, he heard a faint "Help me."

Freaked out, he backed away from the stove. "Who, who's there?"

"Me."

"Who?"

"Me."

"Who the hell is me?" Toby asked, freaked out.

"The sandwich. You put magic salt on me…"

Toby looked down at the salt shaker and saw a purple label on the shaker that said "Gram's Magic Salt". He sighed. He should've known that something like this would happen. His day was going so….normal.

"Now, I am here to help you with your problems."

"What problems?" Toby asked.

"Your love problems. But first… Can you get me out of this frying pan? "

Toby walked over to the stove, turned it off, pulled the sandwich out of the frying pan, and flung it on a plate.

"What are you doing?" the sandwich asked.

"I am going to eat you. You look so delicious, and I'm starving."

"But wait… You need my help…And besides, this cheese is 4 days old."

Toby looked down at the sandwich and shrugged. "I've eaten worse."

"No, wait, don't you like Emma?"

He froze. "How do you know this?" he asked.

"I am a magic sandwich!" The sandwich strangely managed to chuckle. "I know all."

"B-But how are you talking to me?" Toby looked down at the possessed sandwich. It looked so good, he just felt like gobbling it up.

"Don't ask Toby. But if you like her, why don't you ask her out?"

He shrugged. "She likes Craig."

"How do you know?" the sandwich asked.

"I just do."

The sandwich laughed. "How about Ashley?

"She's my sister!" Toby yelled, outraged.

"Half-sister," the sandwich said, correcting Toby.

"I don't care! She is gross! I'm not a hick!" Toby yelled.

"Calm down Toby," the sandwich said.

"Oh shut up!" he yelled.

They stayed quiet for awhile, then the sandwich said, "How about Kendra?"

"She's cute, but she wouldn't go out with me."

"How do you know?"

"Cause I do!" Toby yelled. "You are starting to piss me off!"

The sandwich chuckled. "It's my job."

"I thought your job was to help me with my love problems!"

The sandwich stayed quiet.

Toby laughed aloud. "Finally! I have outsmarted you! You are so stupid. Wait a sec…I'm talking to a sandwich here…"

"Good work Sherlock," the sandwich said.

"Will you just shut up?!?"

"I can't. I haven't helped you yet."

"I don't need any help!"

"But you're single."

"I like being single!"

"No you don't."

"How do you know! You are a stupid grilled cheese sandwich that should be in my stomach right now. That's what I made you for, so you can be EATEN!"

The sandwich shut up.

Toby laughed his evil laugh. "Now, for me to eat you!" He rubbed his hands together and picked up the sandwich. He was about to bite it when he heard JT come into the house.

"Afternoon Toby," he said. "Ooh, a sandwich." He picked it out of Toby's hands and before Toby could say anything, JT had finished it in two bites. "That was a good sandwich."

Toby just laughed at JT.

"What?" JT asked.

5 hours later:

In JT's stomach, the sandwich was slowly dissolving.

"No, not the stomach acid, anything but the stomach acid….NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Author's Note: Please review this and tell me what you really thought of it. I got the idea from a skit we had to do in Drama. Flames are accepted, but don't make them too mean.