Kyocera Jam 9000 -

"Just one," he whispered. "Clean. No jam."

Leo backed away, hands up. "Dr. Aris," he said into his radio, his voice steady but hollow. "We're going to need a bigger hammer. Or a priest."

"What’s wrong with it?" Leo had asked.

The Jam 9000 hummed, awaiting its next command.

Last night, Leo brought in a single sheet of rice paper. He stood before the Beast, which hummed with a malevolent, low-frequency patience. He slid the rice paper into the manual feed tray.