Guy: *walks into his kitchen and sees his second-hand toaster hopping up and down, barking at his microwave with the new egg-timer and new can-opener out for some reason* "What the...?" *picks up the phone and makes a call* "Yeah...that second-hand toaster turned out to be a supernatural, can I get a refund...?"

Ever since his first real divorce, Toaster gets a little lonely from time to time, so he basically plays house with whatever appliances and tools he can get his tiny metal paws on...