Enchanted Microwave Hired to Reheat a Soul

There once was a microwave named Gregory.
Gregory was stainless steel, emotionally unstable, and cursed by a sandwich witch in 1987.

If you placed leftovers inside him, he would not reheat them.
He would reawaken them.

One Tuesday, a man named Phil inserted a burrito.
He pressed 2:00. The microwave replied with Gregorian chanting.
At 1:37, the burrito grew limbs.
At 1:09, it demanded a birth certificate.
At 0:45, it whispered, “You left me in the fridge for three days. Now it’s your turn.”

Gregory glowed violet and opened a tiny portal to 1994.
Phil vanished.
The burrito got a promotion.

The microwave, satisfied, beeped once and exploded into a glitter cloud.
Everyone clapped, except the dishwasher, who had always suspected Gregory was a warlock.

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