The Toaster. Bread warmer, robot, murderer sneaked around the streets as it looked for a victim or bread slice. Bread or blood, that, was it's policy. If it had bread, it would strangle the victim and steal the bread into it's hellish heating coils, then, spit the flaming toast at it's next target. Then relish in the pain and suffering.<br/><br/>Currently, his heating coils were sparking with concentration.<br/><br/>He was stalking a man who looked very promising indeed, a young man who had just walked out of a building with some lovely loot, bread, hopefully, he was looking and talking to a old scrapped robot, now was his chance. He carefully stepped towards him, when he suddenly tripped up on his cable, causing a awful racket and spilling out a smouldering piece of toast. The tiny buzz saw on one of his arms struggled to whirr as it hit the ground and sprayed sparks everywhere. " Curse you cable! Why can't you let me use my tools of DOOM? Why must you always trip me up? Why!? " All stealth lost, he charged at the man but tripped up again and some heating coil poked out.