Monkey lifted the bread-shaped pieces of charcoal from the toaster and placed them solemnly on his plate, staring silently at what should have been his crisp golden-brown wholemeal toast. A glance at the toaster confirmed his suspicions: the dial was turned to the highest setting; he’d sprung a dastardly trap.
Seriously, why do they even have that setting on toasters? When are you ever going to need something that charred?
My housemate is rather fond of setting traps for me at the moment. He swears this one wasn’t down to him, but that sounds exactly like what someone who’d laid a trap would say…
P.S. Extra points for you if you said the title Mortal Kombat style!