Niples - \"Seymour vs Kitchen\"

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"Ok, let's see how they like it for a change." snarled Mk.10, and
signalled to all pee wees and scutters to take up arms.
"I'm not gonna be used any more."
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Who: Seymour Niples
Where: Seymour's Ambassadorial apartment
When: After landing the bunny-copter
Seymour inhaled with delight as he opened the doors to his large and
impressive apartment. Whilst he had been away he had arranged for the
entire place to be redecorated, something that was pretty necessary
after Rosette's last antic.
Seymour cringed as he thought of her. She had been living with him
temporarily, and for most people would have been an ideal house-guest,
but with Seymour's incredibly high standards he had got annoyed the
very moment she took a tiny step out of place. Seymour liked
everything his way, the way it was supposed to be.
Seymour looked around, then his eyes squinted in a puzzled expression.
Things were not how they were supposed to be.
He flounced over to a vase and moved it a centimetre to the left. How
it was SUPPOSED to be. Something else caught his attention. His
Malaysian fertility statue was facing the wrong way. He quickly
righted it before something else caught his attention. His original
abstract oil painting was positioned slightly wonky.
Before he knew it, the entire room was spinning, surrounding him with
things that had been positioned slightly differently.
Seymour fell to his knees and clutched his head, suffering a small
breakdown.
"Why can't people just leave things alone!" he cried.
After the small episode, Seymour gently patted down his hair and went
into the kitchen. His aim was to rustle up some food for his dinner.
The refrigerator had been recently well stocked by the scutters, so he
brought out some Chinese styled vegetables. He closed the fridge door
and the utensil he was looking for was right there in his face.
The vegetable steamer stood on the worktop, growling at him.
Seymour slowly moved his eyes from left to right. "This is mightily
strange." he said curiously.
He rubbed his eyes, and insisted to himself that this week had been
strange enough without his kitchen appliances making noises at him.
The vegetable steamer jumped up and down, then when approached, it
lunged at him and tried to bite him. "Hey!" Seymour shouted at it.
"That's just not on! You're supposed to steam my vegetables, not
attack me. Fine, I'll just have to fry them instead."
The steamer roared angrily and made a leap for him. Seymour had
quickly picked up a wok by this time, which shielded him from the
attacking machine. The force flung him backwards a few steps, where a
George Foreman grill made a bite for his elbow. Seymour screamed as he
felt the heat burn his skin. There was a hiss and stream came from the
griller's 'mouth'. Seymour reacted by pulling the grill off and
flinging it at the steamer on the floor. Both of them snapped around
at each other, unable to do much apart from move their basic components.
Seymour caught his breath. What on earth was going on? Everything in
the kitchen seemed to have sprung to life.
He rested his hands on the hob, which came on suddenly and burned the
palms of his hands.
Seymour had just thought "What else could possibly happen next?" when
the refrigerator lurched towards him. He quickly jumped out of the way
of it, but caught a sudden chill as the freezer compartment opened and
fired Cornettos at him.
This was madness. He had to escape his own kitchen. But there was a
problem. His Henry hoover was blocking the exit, and he had a mean
look in his eyes.
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Meanwhile, completely oblivious to the goings on inside Seymour's
apartment. Rosette was just about to ring the doorbell.
She had been stood outside for a while, wondering how to word what she
wanted to ask Seymour. She had enquired about temporary accommodation
elsewhere on the ship, but due to the incompetence of the Blue Dwarf
accommodation department staff, they couldn't find any habitable
quarters for a while. So seeing as all her stuff was still in
Seymour's apartment, and he had plenty of room, Rosette wanted to ask
Seymour if she could stay for a bit longer.
She knew Seymour wouldn't be so keen on the idea, but Rosette didn't
have many other places to turn. After getting on-board she still
hadn't made so many friends. She ran through what she would say
several times before ringing the doorbell.
When the door opened, all she had time to say was "Hi Seym-" before
she saw the bizarre sight of Seymour running straight towards her,
being chased by a vacuum cleaner.
<Tag Rosette! Can you help Seymour?>