The blue ball with no mouth

Previously

…"And I," the toaster added, with a final, dramatic clunk, "shall require a significant amount of butter to process this traumatic experience. And perhaps, a philosophical discussion on the nature of confinement versus freedom. Preferably with a side of perfectly toasted bread." I sighed, a small smile playing on my lips. It seemed my home was still a little chaotic, but at least the planetary invasion had been averted. For now. And who knew, maybe a little butter could indeed solve a lot of problems. Even intergalactic ones.