The expirament that went wrong

Previously

…Dr. Phineas Piffle, meanwhile, was fumbling with a tangle of wires that resembled a particularly aggressive ball of yarn that had decided to take up knitting. He wore his usual lab coat, which was now sporting a fresh scorch mark near the elbow and a faint dusting of what looked suspiciously like glitter. "Are you sure about this, Brenda?" he squeaked, his voice a high-pitched tremor of nerves. "What if Toastie interprets this as an insult to his… thermal efficiency?" "Dr. Piffle," Brenda sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Toastie is a megalomaniac toaster with a penchant for kitchen domination. I think 'insult' is pretty