Brave Little Toasters- Johnathan Morris

Everyday my owner puts me to work for hours upon hours, whether he's checking twitter or instagram or listening to music he works me until I am literally dead. Then somehow he brings me back to life and forces me to endure his evil wrath all over again. My stupid owner drops me multiple times per day, then has the nerve to get mad at me when I crack. All I ask for is a nice case, like I see on all the other phones, to protect me from the countless beatings I take. He takes me out of his dark, scary pocket once every couple minutes to check the time even though I know there's a clock right in front of him, he then shoves me right back in. I just wish he would finally get a new one like I always hear him talking about, so I can finally just live the rest of eternity in that drawer where all the others are.