I tried cleaning my microwave with Angry Mama

I placed the angry looking woman inside my microwave. She stood about five inches tall.

I watched her twirl around on the rotating disc, her irate expression making me smile every time she completed a turn. My microwave was covered in splattered food. After a few minutes steam poured out of the holes in her head, filling the rectangular box that encased her. The gunk stuck in the crevices was starting to loosen up.

It’s one of the weirdest purchases I’ve ever made.