Brave little toasters - Jonathan Tungate

Life of a T.V. Remote

Being a remote is a hard life. Waking up in the morning, you make yourself some cereal and get ready to leave for work. Then you realize you don't have a mouth, and you don't have to leave for work. You lay on a couch and prepare to be tormented, sometimes for hours on end if the user is especially indecisive. The users pudgy fingers poke and prod until you can't take it anymore. You sit on the arm of the couch for several more hours, hoping today might be the day they don't come back. However, today is not that day. Your hear the sound of a door opening and closing. You try to lean and look to see who's coming, but you fall off the edge of the side. You slowly look up, just in time to see  a large foot crushing down on you. You cry out in pain, then notice no sound is coming out, due to your lack of mouth. Then you hear the sound of the user falling, slipping on your slick plastic frame. The user is in pain struggling to get back up, and you know what you must do. Time for the remotes to seek revenge. Time to fight back.