[Not his favorite god, but he definitely ranks up there. Ivar opens the back panel, observing the insides. He has absolutely no clue what he's looking at. Well, time to poke and prod around.]

At least I'll have a good story to tell when I get back. Though I doubt any of the poets will believe enough of it to speak of it later.

[He yanks out some wires a little too far and they snap. Were those necessary for the microwave to run properly? Whoops.]