Act 1: The toaster speaks in riddles, flipping bread into the Abyss. Meanwhile, the kettle hums a silent opera, each whistle a note in the symphony of the unmade bed.
Character A: “I’m not a knight, I’m a kitchen appliance!”
Character B: “Ah, but what is a knight, if not a collection of shiny utensils?”
The audience, puzzled, shifts in their seats. A dog barks in Morse code, translating the laugh track into existential dread.
Scene 3: The refrigerator door swings wide, revealing a portal to yesterday's leftovers. A light flickers, casting shadows of forgotten dreams on the linoleum floor.
Character C: “I’ve seen things in there… things that twirl and dance in garlic butter.”
The stage manager checks her watch, but time is a fickle friend in the theater of the absurd.