“I can get hotter than you,” said the kettle to the iron.
“Oh hush, you noisy bastard. You squeal like a banshee when you heat up. That’s why you were replaced for a newer model. Replaced by electronics. Ha,” said the iron.
“You’re a dust collector.”
“And you’re not?”
The spoon groaned, “Here we go again. You’re both old and useless. I still maintain my functionality.”
“Are you sure? You’re looking rather tarnished, had it, ready for the tip, never to touch lips again,” said the iron feeling rather cold.
Just another day on display in the museum.