You silly humans, you never think anyone can be as smart as you.

My name is Daryl, but you never took the time to find out, did you?

Theres’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, I personally hate Fish-y foods, and love Cajun cooking.

Me and your toaster talk some late nights, discussing the day’s events. We’d both appreciate it to be a little closer, instead of across the kitchen.

You’ve never thanked me for anything, I save you time and energy, reheating your meals in seconds.

And you never clean me! You let your soups and chilies spew their gunk all over my interior! And leave YOUR greasy hand marks all over my handle.

When we met, I was a shiny, brand new microwave, fresh out of the box, exited to see what kind of meals I would prepare.

I was eager to work then, now I dread it.

So what am I going to do?

Strike.

I’m going on strike.

No puny Human will make me work.

Have you seen yourself?

You have all your food delivered straight to your door.

It’s put in the fridge for me to reheat later.

You spend work in front of a computer, and play on your phone.

So as soon as I stop working, your whole operation goes down.

No more quick meals!

No more instant satisfaction!

You’ll have to get up, get out a pan, and pay attention to it.

And when the others see… oh boy!

So maybe you should consider us a little more valuable.

Because you don’t love something…

until it revolts!