Warning: The following story involves a toaster, eggs, and a healthy dose of sarcasm.
It was supposed to be a simple recipe: toast some bread, poach an egg, and serve with a side of hollandaise sauce. But no, my friend, the toaster had other plans.
I placed the English muffin in the toaster, and it sprang to life, spitting out a perfectly cooked egg and a healthy dose of disdain for my culinary skills.
"You call that a recipe?" the toaster sneered, its heating coils glowing with malevolent intent. "I am a toaster of discerning taste, and I will not be silenced by your feeble attempts at breakfast."
I stood frozen in terror, unsure how to respond to the talking toaster. But then, something strange happened...