[ WP ] I mean , I knew trying to stick ANOTHER toaster on it prob'ly would n't end up doing something useful , but I was n't expecting ... that .

The experts of the scientific community were in awe at the simplistic design. Two toasters crudely nailed together, one on top of the other sat in a glass box which was reinforced with a steel frame. A short man in a sweaty t-shirt and overalls rubbed his sun-scorched neck and smeared sweat along it. 
 
 `` I'm tellin' you, Sully... *it happened. *'' 
 
 A tall man with long, dark brown hair adjusted his sweater vest and stood up behind his podium. `` You keep saying that, but this is two toasters. This could not be what think it is.'' 
 
 The short man lifted his brows, showing a slightly maddening look in his eyes. Eyes that could drive you insane, yet they still show slight intelligence and reason. `` It's two toasters, I know. But it is also a solution to every problem that we will deal with in the next thousand years.'' 
 
 `` I assure you that you ca n't take two kitchen appliances and make a machine that breaks the laws of energy conservation.'' 
 
 The other experts adjusted their heads and looked with cutting eyes at the man held between two heavily armed guards. They all slowly nodded. The guards pushed the stout man forward abruptly. `` Show us how it works,'' said the sweater-vested scientist. 
 
 The man slowly approached the box, stepping towards it as if it were a dangerous animal. He put his hands upon it and slowly felt across its transparent surface. His fingers slowly dragged across the surface until they reached a little brass knob screwed onto a locked hatch. 
 
 The box was made of bullet-proof glass, tough enough to be stepped on by an elephant and still be ready for more. The scientists suggested that if the device was what the man says it was, it could be dangerous to not be at least partially covered. 
 
 His hand reached around into the box, past the small hatch and laid his sweat-covered fingers on the springy bit on the far side of the bottom toaster. The fingers bent as they slowly pushed the black bar lower and lower, until it came to a stop. The man quickly withdrew his hand and backed away from the box. He made a few meters away from the box until the but of an assault rifle smashed into his sun-scorched face, causing a surge of blood to spill from his nose. 
 
 The guards brought the man to his feet and the men held him up by the collar of his bloody t-shirt. `` There's no need to run. *There's certainly nothing that could hurt you here. *'' 
 
 The toaster slowly did its work. The heat within the box distorted its surroundings, giving the toasters a halo of hot air. The scientists looked unamused. `` At this point, we have fallen to watching this'great machine' make hot air. *Impressive. *'' 
 
 Nobody was looking at the bloodied man, but he was crying. Crying tears of fear? Sadness? Pain? Insanity? No one knew and no one cared. He lifted his hand and smeared fresh blood across his lips in a faulty attempt to rub it off. He gave a sniffle, staring at the box, expectantly. 
 
 The black bar sprang up, slapping its own frame with a light *ting. * `` You've gone mad, Wilfred. This double-toaster ca n't even cook twice the toast, because you have one on top the oth-'' 
 
 Before he could finish, the toaster rumbled and holes formed in shell of the toasters. Rays of intense light protruded through them, which were actually unbelievably hot flames. The scientists withdrew in fear. The lights in the great room flickered out, and the toasters' flames grew immense to where it illuminated the whole room. 
 
 `` You idiots! How much energy did you feed the device!'' ferociously yelled Wilfred. Nobody responded to the question as the rays of light pierced its hardy container by melting through. The beams shot out at all angles which blazed through the room's wooden furniture and seared through the flesh of a few unfortunate scientists. The sound of screaming and the smell of burning wood and flesh filled the room. 
 
 The box was no more, as the toasters rose into a ball of fire, melting and shattering all of it. The room then filled with a smoke so think that you could n't see the hands in front of your face. The room went eventually went quiet, except for wheezing and the sound of the burning wood giving occasional pops. 
 
 Hours passed. 
 
 Dr. Sullivan lifted his face off the hot tile floor and adjusted his weight onto his wobbly knees. He glared at the black soot that covered every surface of the room, then he noticed that he was covered in it too, obviously. He looked around the room. No toasters, none of his comrades, no guards, and lastly... no Wilfred. 
 
 He stepped outside the rooms large glass doors and made it out into the clean lobby, the hub of the many labs that he worked in. `` Anybody? Anyone there?'' 
 
 He always knew that Wilfred was a major cause of the labs' success, but he was also a major cause of illegitimacy. His old age slowly made him create more useless objects than actual inventions, and those two toasters were the meeting point of both. Simple looking, but what did it do? 
 
 He continued yelling into many halls and looked into many rooms, searching for someone, but all the rooms looked as if they were plucked clean of personnel and equipment. He began to panic, knowing that he might be stuck there alone. He reached into his pocket to grab his phone, but his fingers only grasped at the inside of an empty pocket. He ran madly, knowing that he might not have a chance to escape if the labs were evacuated hours ago. He opened the door to the winding staircase that went to the surface. Quickly stepping up each step took a few good minutes, but he reached the top. He tapped upon the keypad to open the large, metal door to the outside. 
 
 It opened. The doors opened to a hellish landscape with strong winds and liquid fire and lightning spilling from a pair of giant toasters with bat wings. 
 
 `` You should be afraid! We are the scourge of all small appliances and the boogeymen that keeps lesser toasters awake at night!''
