Wheatley had been living with you for a while now,ever since you found him unconscious in your backyard. Although you didn't mind his rather quirky personality, you reeeeeally could do without the times he nearly set fire to your kitchen or accidentally broke things in your house due to his clumsiness. Like now for instance.
"Dammit,Wheatley...!" You exclaimed, walking into the kitchen only to see smoke bellowing from the microwave. "What are you doing?!"
"Making salad. Why?" He replied in his British accent. You gestured toward the smoking microwave frantically, only receiving a confused blink from the android. You growled and opened the microwave, releasing a large amount of smoke into the kitchen. You coughed and hacked as it filled your lungs.