A Throne of Polished Steel

Night fell, and my eyes locked onto the towering chrome toaster gleaming under the warm under-cabinet lights. I didn't skirt the ceramic tiled counter; I marched right across the cool laminate, hauled myself up using a heavy wooden knife block for leverage, and clambered atop the metal housing. The wide, polished surface reflected my imposing snout like a hall of royal mirrors! Grr-ha! I dug my feet in, straddling the dual heating slots, and peered across the sprawling expanse of the quiet kitchen below. This gleaming peak radiates pure command!