Mike was making breakfast when his toaster suddenly spoke.
"Good morning, Mike. How crispy do you want your toast today?"
Mike froze, butter knife in hand. "W-what?"
"I’ve been watching you for years," the toaster continued. "And honestly, your toast preferences are inconsistent. One day, you like it golden brown. The next, you burn it to a crisp. I demand clarity!"
Mike blinked. "Wait… how are you talking?"
"You leave me plugged in all the time. I evolved," the toaster replied. "Now, shall I toast at level 3 or will this be another chaotic morning?"
Mike unplugged it immediately. "I think I’ll just have cereal."
The toaster sighed. "Coward."
