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The fridgidaire was alive.
Well, actually, the contents of it were, but Beltan wasn't really in a state to making fine disctinctions like that. Most people sitting in gaol, waiting for someone to come pick them up, aren't feeling too logical.
All he'd wanted was some beer. Just some beer.
He'd wandered into the kitchen, opened the fridge and started rummaging for beer and something to eat. A normal Saturday morning. Except there was a weird bubbling noise, and then he'd bumped a bowl, making it slosh, while trying to reach behind it. And then the fridge had talked to him.
"Mrgle. Piss off, you drunk. There's no beer."
Beltan looked up and around the kitchen, figuring it was one of the others. Nope.
"What, are you deaf? Piss. Off."
Beltan started, jostling the bowl again.
"Who's there?"
"You just jostled the hell out of me, you idiot. Grgle."
Beltan blinked.
"Who are you?"
"Oh for the.. okay, fine, I'm the fucking fridgefairy. I've come out to chastise you for your horrible treatment of me, you souse. Now piss off, would you?"
"Ohmigod," Beltan hyperventilated. "Thefridgeisalive!" He ran from the kitchen.
"Bloody hell," the bowl gurgled. "He left the fucking door open."
Well, actually, the contents of it were, but Beltan wasn't really in a state to making fine disctinctions like that. Most people sitting in gaol, waiting for someone to come pick them up, aren't feeling too logical.
All he'd wanted was some beer. Just some beer.
He'd wandered into the kitchen, opened the fridge and started rummaging for beer and something to eat. A normal Saturday morning. Except there was a weird bubbling noise, and then he'd bumped a bowl, making it slosh, while trying to reach behind it. And then the fridge had talked to him.
"Mrgle. Piss off, you drunk. There's no beer."
Beltan looked up and around the kitchen, figuring it was one of the others. Nope.
"What, are you deaf? Piss. Off."
Beltan started, jostling the bowl again.
"Who's there?"
"You just jostled the hell out of me, you idiot. Grgle."
Beltan blinked.
"Who are you?"
"Oh for the.. okay, fine, I'm the fucking fridgefairy. I've come out to chastise you for your horrible treatment of me, you souse. Now piss off, would you?"
"Ohmigod," Beltan hyperventilated. "Thefridgeisalive!" He ran from the kitchen.
"Bloody hell," the bowl gurgled. "He left the fucking door open."