There once was a toaster who had magical failure abilities. He then killed himself. The end.
But NOT the end :O
He totally got resurrected by the bread stored inside him and he was ready for revenge! His fists were clenched with the fury of a thousand barbarian Chinese men who cross dress on Saturdays. He was ready to just beast all day, all night, every hour, on the hour, and in between bathroom breaks. This little toaster that could was ready to kill himself, YET AGAIN, just to get revenge on himself.
So I can't do my homework. My mom keeps putting her damn soap operas on full blast like the Chinese in the UCLA libraries when they talk on their phones. It's totally not tubular.
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