A/N: Guys, I'm so tired.

I'm so tired. XD

My lazy ass can't work in this state.


January | 29th | 2010

Toasters.

Freaks come out at night.

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"Ryou, the toaster isn't worker, nya!" Ichigo exclaimed, playing with the lever that made the toast sit in the toaster. She pressed it down a few more times until she realized that she wouldn't get much more of a response from it.

"It's broken, Ichigo, I told you all that before you started your shift," Ryou sighed, combing his fingers through his hair. "It's been broken all this morning, you'll have to tell the costumers up front that—"

POP!

Silently, Ichigo took the toast out and walked clumsily towards the front.

What?

But when Ryou wanted some toast, he couldn't get any!!

Ryou cocked an eyebrow, if Ichigo could do it, he could, right? He put two pieces of toast in the toaster and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Agitated, he looked over the toaster, and got hit in the face with two hot pieces of bread.

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Lesson learned? Well, I don't smell anything. Must be your upper-lip, son.