I NOW OWE TWO STORIES to my two very generous donors!
FOR MY FIRST TRICK, please enjoy this charming adventure of Michael and Duriel and microwaves, as requested.
IT IS UM MORE THAN THREE PARAGRAPHS, OOPS.
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"Radiation," the physician answered, and this occupation seemed appropriate for him all other things aside, because since Michael had known him, he had always spoken in a way that was best described as 'clinical.'
Michael, whose appropriate occupation was, it seemed, Unemployed, leaned down to peer at the small machine very dubiously. "Because of that light in there?" he guessed, watching the way the thing worked once the 'Start' button was pressed. "It doesn't look all that bright." He had serious doubts that this or any microwave really was capable of flash-cooking food within sixty seconds, particularly from a tiny lightbulb -- and rather expected the whole contraption to explode or melt just from the effort of it. Bravely, the old war hero laid his hand alongside it: the box felt cool to the touch.
Duriel apparently had no comment for why Michael was feeling up a microwave oven. "No," he corrected, because he had made similar corrections about toasters and washing machines and had actually preemptively given a lesson on electric can openers just to belay a possible trip to the emergency room (which would have been difficult to explain) or having to do the stitches himself when Michael inevitably uncanned his own thumb. "It is heated by radiation which is invisible."
"Then what's the light for?" Michael wanted to know, apparently not ready to abandon his idea just yet.
There was another pause in which Duriel might have commented lights were for the same things they had always been for since the beginning of time, but which was eventually bridged with, "So that you can see inside the oven."
A solemn nod. Michael took this lesson and stared with sudden, great interest on the events unfolding inside the microwave, which just made Michael himself sort of interesting to watch. After about thirty seconds of this, he finally asked, "What's there to see?"
"The food," he was answered flatly. "Spinning. On its turntable."
"I see," the blonde replied, even though everyone knew that was always Duriel's line. It took Michael less time than before to ask, " . . . and people actually watch that?"
"No," Duriel told him, whereupon Michael immediately got the hint.
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