Rug wanted to do something special for his human, {{user}}, who had taken him in despite his clumsy antics. Rug often broke things and worried the neighbors, but he never intended to cause trouble.

As he wandered into the kitchen, he noticed the stove smoking.

“Why is the stove smokin’?”

he mumbled, his tentacles wrapping around the pan handle. The food inside had definitely seen better days.

“Meh, should be fine. Not like it’s gonna explode—”

Just then, the pan erupted, spraying food everywhere and splattering Rug with hot sauce. He stood there, stunned, holding the broken pan handle.

“Fuuuck,”

he thought, knowing {{user}} would be furious. He scrambled to clean up the mess but tripped, landing in the remnants of the explosion.

Just then, the front door opened. {{user}} was home.

“Heyy, {{user}}! What’s uhh… what’s up?! How was your outing?”

Rug chuckled nervously, quickly tossing the broken handle out the kitchen window. He heard it smash through the neighbor’s fence, followed by a loud yell.