Welcome to the Stand-Alone Toaster of Doom, where the toast gets toasted but the humans get... well, toasted.
In our humble abode, the toaster has developed a sense of existential dread, and it's just going through the motions.
ประกWhy settle for a mere mortal existence, when you could have a slice of crispy, burnt toast to contemplate the meaninglessness of life?
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