I can picture the explosion now...

JJ has figured out how to move him sit-n-spin over to the counters, open the microwave, put food in, push the number buttons, then start. Sure, some would think great, independence. But what runs through my mind, an errant fork on a plate being nuked, the sizzle and pops of the electricty meeting radiation waves, then the smoke after the final, loud, bam.