You know what scares me more than undead potatoes? Melted plastic. I don't wanna get too into it, but I could be ruled by a melted spoon if news of this got to my enemies. Anyowl, after spending the day looking for work, I decided to wash dishes in the evening. I go to the stove to take a pot off and notice that it's warm. I look at the burner and I see the tiniest firebeads warming the pot. But I've been home all day and hadn't cooked. It turns out my roommate had cooked yesterday night and hadn't turned the stove completely off. I look into the pot and i saw that the spatula thing started to melt into the pan. I just turned off the oven and walked out of the kitchen. And that's all that happened. It's still in there. And is gonna be if I have nothing to do with it. guess i should be happy it wasn't gas..
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