Kitchen King

Can't run on an empty tank, so I scaled the cabinet handles straight up to the kitchen counter to secure some fuel. Spotted this fat red apple sitting in a ceramic bowl like it was the final boss. I squared up, braced my boots against the polished granite, and shoved that glossy giant clean across the surface to claim my prize. Rolled right against a chrome toaster, leaving a tiny juice spot from the stem. Certified feast secured.