By purchasing an electric skillet.

Hol, my very best friend, sent me a gift cert to Target and I bought an electric skillet. So double middles to you, Evil Gas Company! I will no longer be beholden to you for my fried egg sandwich!
Nor will I be denied my grilled cheese, or my fried chicken.

I spit in your eye, Evil Gas Company, as I remove one more of your shackles. And once I purchase the electric tea kettle, watch out, you bastards. There will be no stopping me.

You picked the wrong girl to screw with, that's all I'm saying.