Remember when the toaster rebelled? It popped up the mona-lisa of breakfast sandwiches, art that still resonates with the aroma of burnt edges. National Geographic called but the toaster wouldn't answer. It was too busy with its existential crises.
Once upon a less digital time, a penguin in a bowtie hosted our morning meetings. He had a penchant for Excel spreadsheets and an even greater love for iced coffee. His name was Invoice Steve. The legend continues to receive invoices from beyond the ice cap.
Long ago, in a galaxy far, far too caried: The Great Banana Sphinx roamed the counters of ancient kitchens, guarding secrets far too slippery for the average home chef. Her inscriptions still inspire smoothies and the occasional bread.
Quixotically, the Clock Cat who meowed every hour instead of chimed has vanished, pursuing its dream of becoming a jazz musician. It frequents open mics at the nearby Feline Café and just released its debut album: "Time on the Prowl".