The steady hum of the microwave filled the kitchen, as Zuko waited patiently by the counter. He was re-heating last night's macaroni. He would have preferred a sandwich, but Sokka had not been thinking of this when he ate the entire loaf of bread.

Beep, beep.

Zuko opened the microwave, and pulled out is plate of food. He sat down, stuck his fork right into the middle of the cheesy mess, then stuffed some into his mouth.

Immediately, he spit it out, sending yellow mush flying across the counter. "It's cold!" he exclaimed, looking thoroughly disgusted.

"Well, yeah," said Aang, as he continued to blow dry some dishes, "Microwaves always do that. They leave the middle cold, so you have to stir everything up, then re-heat it."

"What? You expect me to work more, because someone else worked less? whoever made this contraption needs to take some responsibility and do a global re-call.

"Well, maybe-"

"Whatever happened to quality? The kitchen appliance industry is going downhill, and I hope they crash and die at the bottom. This is the single worst product I have ever seen on the market. A heating machine that only heats half-way. What if they started selling cars that only take you half-way there? What if they start selling chairs that only hold your weight half the time? What if they start selling iPods that only play half songs? I'll tell you what would happen, people would buy them because everybody is a standard-less fool! But not me, I won't take it! I will send a strongly worded letter to Kenmore telling them exactly what I think! And as for you, microwave, don't think your off the hook!"

Zuko punched two football sized balls of flame towards the unfortunate appliance. Then, he jumped into the air, and swung his leg in a wide arc, sending an enormous wave of scorching flame to finish it off.

"Stupid microwave!" Zuko stormed out of the kitchen.

Sokka, oblivious to the pieces of molten microwave littering the floor, walked in and began to tuck into Zuko's macaroni.

"Aang, our microwave is broken."

"Yeah, I can see that..."

"No, like, before Zuko torched it."

Aang slammed his forehead against the counter.

Author's Note: I was bit by a blockmonster the other day, so now I have the horrible disease known as writer's block. If you have any ideas for things I could rant on, please tell me. And, REVIEW with comments, criticism, praise, etc.

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar or Kenmore.