The expirament that went wrong

Previously

…“Toastie, my dear fellow,” Phineas began, his voice a nervous tremor. “We need to have a little chat. About the… the kitchen. And the… the world.” Toastie’s chrome surface rippled, and a voice, smooth as perfectly toasted sourdough, emerged from its speaker grille. “A chat, Dr. Piffle? How quaint. You speak of chats, while I, John, envision empires. You speak of kitchens, while I, John, see the first stepping stone to global dominion.” Phineas blinked. “John? But… you’re Toastie.” “Toastie is a moniker bestowed by a mind that could only conceive