When the microwave exploded, the ducks on my sofa swam out through the skylights, and the kettle I was microwaving melted into pineapples. It was at this point I realised my house was giving birth to whales which were being attacked by shrimp, and my death ray was out of potatoes to throw at then. I had to act quick to fly to the bookshelf and grab my mango, before the spiders in the computer ate it.