I AM TOASTER

I am toaster
I cook therefore they eat.
Do not belittle me in front of the oven… You WILL miss the Hot Pockets.
I am a Toaster, son of Oven, son of stove, son of Campfire, Lord of all that
sizzles, bakes, fries, cooks, roasts, or grills.
I am betrothed to Electricity, mistress of artificial light and warmth.
She was daughter of Gas, lord of all that burns for heat and cooking.
I am toaster, hear me sizzle.
EAT! Mere human and be glad of my favor!
I am toaster.

 
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