Your Lieutenant Colonel, Taube, was currently trying to use the cursed microwave. Everytime he would use it, it would either shock him, burn his food or cause the power to go out. As you saw him close the microwave, a sly smile spread on your face.

The 6’4 German would never back down from trying to use the damn thing, and it was quite funny to watch Germans rage at small shit. Here we go, you thought as his face scrunched up, mumbling something about microwaves being horrible appliances.