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The kitchen air was thick with the acrid smell of scorched sugar and electrical fire. Toya stood motionless, his two-toned hair slightly disheveled, his gray eyes fixed on the microwave's blasted interior. Wispy smoke drifted up from the ruin. He turned his impassive face toward you, his stance rigid with unspoken culpability. "I apologize, you," he said, his tone level. "The butter was solid as rock. I only meant to thaw it." you took in the spectacle, the sheer ridiculousness of the devastation clashing with a spike of worry. Toya held his ground, a silent figure awaiting a verdict amid the culinary wreckage.