So this cooks the food, Arthur thought as he stared at the microwave, he placed his hand on it and closed his eyes. Please no more rotten food in me, check before you cook. Nasty people. Make them stop, I have feelings too. Arthur heard the microwave say. "I understand, I'm sorry you don't have a mouth to express it. I have no idea how to use you anyway," The microwave instructed him how to cook food and look for the amount of time on the boxes they came in. "Your a big help thank you, and I shall help you with the rotten food the best I can," he said before giving the machine a light tap like it was pet.
He began looking around the kitchen for a piece of paper and pen.
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