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fandomtownies2018-02-08 02:28 pm
livingartifact) wrote in fandomtownies2018-02-08 02:28 pm
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The Magic Box, Thursday
Jenkins had a leather apron on over his usual suit today at the Magic Box, and a screwdriver in his hand that he carefully used to prod at the innards of a silver metal toaster. He had the counter top cleared off, and a bucket of sand on hand in case things got a little extra hairy. Though he had, of course, unplugged the thing, it was still giving off a disconcerting number of sparks.
He didn't much mind when it shocked him -- it was irritating, but, well, he'd live -- but the threat of the sparks reaching the drier and more flammable items in his inventory were of some pressing concern.
"Now now," he told it. "None of that. We don't want you doing to my shop what you nearly did to Yosemite." He sighed and straightened, setting the screwdriver aside again as he fiddled with the toast controls.
"The Toaster of Albuquerque," he said with a shake of his head. "My, how magic has changed in the last few thousand years."
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He didn't much mind when it shocked him -- it was irritating, but, well, he'd live -- but the threat of the sparks reaching the drier and more flammable items in his inventory were of some pressing concern.
"Now now," he told it. "None of that. We don't want you doing to my shop what you nearly did to Yosemite." He sighed and straightened, setting the screwdriver aside again as he fiddled with the toast controls.
"The Toaster of Albuquerque," he said with a shake of his head. "My, how magic has changed in the last few thousand years."
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