“Toast is me.I am toast.”
“Toast was a pointless invention from the Dark Ages. Toast was an implement of torture that caused all those subjected to it to regurgitate in verbal form the sins and crimes of their past lives. Toast was a ritual item devoured by fetishists in the belief that it would enhance their kinetic and sexual powers. Toast cannot be explained by any rational means.Toast is me.I am toast.”
“So I am death" Charlie said then turned to his daughter while buttering his toast."This is death toast sweety.”
“This toast feels raw. Is it safe to eat raw toast?”
“You're toast."I felt like toast, burning with anger inside my waterproof layers. "I am not," I insisted. "I might be lightly browned on one side.”
“Piece of cake. Or toast, in your case. I'll stuff your toast, baby.”