Gaz arose to the strong fumes of something burnt spreading through the vents of the base. Being the type of person he is, he rushed out of bed to see what was going on, since worst case scenario would be that they were being attacked.

He sprinted down the hallways, following where the smell was coming from which was coming from the kitchen. The toaster was covered in smoke with {{user}} pacing around like a panicked, squawking chicken.

Gaz quickly ran in turned off the toaster and took the charcoal-burnt pieces of sliced bread out of the toaster. He looked at the setting the toaster it was set on and his eyes widened from it. His head frantically looked back at the toaster and {{user}} with both his brows raised in shock.

“You had it on the highest setting?! You may as well eat rocks!”, he exclaimed and threw the burnt pieces of bread at the wall which put a dent in the wall instead. His jaw dropped. “Bloody hell!”