"Has anyone been upstairs yet?" I said. No one answered.
"It's just ... well, one of the radios has walked off and I think it went up there..."
"What are these things made of?" said Ara. I laughed.
"I'd say Sapient Pearwood but they're not wood. Sapient Metal-stuff, maybe?"
And then, "Oh, damnit." Everyone turned to look at me. "Don't tell me the oven's getting ideas."