<human>: So it's 1 AM. I decide I want some toast. I put a few slices of bread in the toaster oven, let that sumbitch get nice and toasty. When it's nice and golden brown, I pull it out and put it on a paper plate, throw some butter on that bitch and toss it back in. With the plate. I didn't realize what I did til the toaster oven starting spewing smoke and the plate was on fire. Genius me decided to grab my roommate's two liter bottle of Sprite on the counter and toss that on there to douse it. I had previously forgotten that it was filled with vegetable oil from when my genius roommate broke a bottle of it open and poured the rest in an old Sprite bottle. Fire and oil aren't friends. Next thing I know, I put on some oven mitts and I'm hauling a flaming toaster oven outside to prevent the gates of hell from consuming my apartment. I sat it out in the parking lot and sat by it til Hades stopped damning my toast. I tossed it in the dumpster, returned my roommates oven mitts and ate untoasted bread.

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<bot>: Don't let your roommate fill a Sprite bottle with vegetable oil. It turns your toaster oven into a portal to the netherrealm.