"Then his eyes fell on the toaster, and he stepped forward eagerly. Gwen held it out at arm’s length. She was pretty happy to keep the doctor as far away as possible. As he lurched forward, the rolling tray creaked after him with its smaller, modified toaster. She could clearly see the cables that ran up his sleeve and then – she was sure! – out of his collar at the back of his neck. Where they went from there, she told herself, was absolutely none of her business."
Update: the Thrilling Tales of the Downright Unusual web site is now alive (alive, I tell you!) at thrilling-tales.webomator.com