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It nukes food at the touch of a button.
What stinks when living and smells good when dead?
Both peaches and a certain couture have this in common.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.
Give it a toss, and it's ready, but not until it's dressed. What is it?
I stand in one place yet fill the whole room. I can be filled with molten rock and come in every hue. What am I?