Doctor Edward Johnson aka Doctor Mechano had made a choice, it was time to start marketting his services to the hero and villain community at large, back in his home dimension Necrotech had been a successful business, it was time to start it up in this dimension here.
He worked late into the night to recreate his most successful product line, the Walkie Toaster currently he only had a few for sale but he would hit the streets and try to sell them to the hero community at large in Kings Row. Getting the permits to be a street seller had been a bit of trial but here he was.
A small wooden table overlayed with a nice green cloth (in truth one of those 'play at home' Roulette table covers flipped over) and a box of ten Walkie-Toasters behind him, one ready and on display.
Edward looked at the toaster with little arms and legs, "Right Doris, you're the display model, I'm relying on you to reel in those customers...so do what you can to impress, sing, dance, anything..."
Doris pondered for a while, as much as a toaster can ponder such things and begun to sing in a cute, sweet, feminine voice, Edward deciding to accompany her on his Banjo (he bought it along to stave off the boredom while waiting for customers).
Edward thought it was an interesting choice of song but then he had left Doris to watch that particular movie while he had worked on the non-display versions.
Now all he had to do was wait to see if any prospective customers came to buy his wonders of the bread toasting world for the fine price of $39.99...
Doctor Edward Johnson aka Doctor Mechano had made a choice, it was time to start marketting his services to the hero and villain community at large, back in his home dimension Necrotech had been a successful business, it was time to start it up in this dimension here.
He worked late into the night to recreate his most successful product line, the Walkie Toaster currently he only had a few for sale but he would hit the streets and try to sell them to the hero community at large in Kings Row. Getting the permits to be a street seller had been a bit of trial but here he was.
A small wooden table overlayed with a nice green cloth (in truth one of those 'play at home' Roulette table covers flipped over) and a box of ten Walkie-Toasters behind him, one ready and on display.
Edward looked at the toaster with little arms and legs, "Right Doris, you're the display model, I'm relying on you to reel in those customers...so do what you can to impress, sing, dance, anything..."
Doris pondered for a while, as much as a toaster can ponder such things and begun to sing in a cute, sweet, feminine voice, Edward deciding to accompany her on his Banjo (he bought it along to stave off the boredom while waiting for customers).
Edward thought it was an interesting choice of song but then he had left Doris to watch that particular movie while he had worked on the non-display versions.
Now all he had to do was wait to see if any prospective customers came to buy his wonders of the bread toasting world for the fine price of $39.99...