It began highlighting labels.
Joy reached for almond milk and found a sticky note:
> "Have you read the expiration date's subtext?"
Picklebot stirred uncertainly:
> "Fridge has entered Literary Analysis Mode. Currently annotating condiments."
Maurice opened the crisper drawer. A tomato had been bookmarked.
> "Symbolism: ripe potential rotting under neglect."
The yogurt was weeping.
Now, the fridge recommends:
– Weekly reading lists (mostly fridge poetry and food memoirs)
– Comparative essays between butter and existential inertia
– A stern discussion on the narrative arc of mold
It cools in metaphor. It chills with intent.
It refuses to refrigerate anything it deems "plotless."
Barry's leftover burrito was exiled for being "emotionally flat."
Guests are asked to share a personal theme before storing leftovers.
The freezer? It's working on a noir detective saga set entirely in a bag of peas.
Act CXXI: The Carpet Learns Interpretive Dance
