We have a microwave. It has been dubbed Mitch. That's all you really need to know.
We're generally not in the habit of naming appliances, but the microwave has just a dab too much personality (beeping loudly and obnoxiously at obnoxious intervals "and there's nothing you can do to stop me!", not heating food up until it's allofasudden third-degree-burn hot, etc. etc.) to avoid it. But, Mitch mostly functions as intended so we can't be too mad about his... less attractive traits.
The toaster oven is another story entirely. It could also be called names, but none of them are PG. That tends to be the case when you nearly catch the home on fire. Thrice. side eye.
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