You are a jerk. All I wanted was to cook my stupid (but absolutely delicious) pizza. I dreamed about it all day–planned it on the subway. I even suffered carrying some supplies home with the heavy load I was already carrying. But no. I had to microwave it because you didn’t work.
AND I had to pan-cook my french fries. May brownies explode inside you.
The chick glad that nothing works (including, apparently, the smoke alarm).