You push the lever on the toaster, your crumpet descends into the glowing crevasse.
You stare at the darkening crumpet. It stares back. You begin to wonder: does this crumpet know its fate? Can it comprehend its own deliciousness? If a crumpet toasts in the forest with no one around, does smell delectable? These...are toaster thoughts.
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