Who says that nine muses are enough for humanity? Maybe we all need our own muses.
Bob and Shirley sat at the dinner table. Silence was their guest, as it had been for the past few days. "Any ideas today?" asked Bob. "None," said Shirley. Bob went into the basement, turned on the light, and walked over to a metal box under the stairs. "Modular Unit Suggestion Engine," mumbled Bob. "Here's one: 'start working.'" The MUSE sat silently. Bob kicked it. "Any bright ideas?" Still nothing. Bob shrugged, walked over to his workbench, and started to build a birdhouse out of his ribcage. No blueprints, either. The idea just came to him out of the blue.
Don't ask me where I got the idea for this story. Let's just say I haven't been kicking any boxes lately.