The expirament that went wrong

Previously

…"But how do we stop him?" Corey wrung his hands, a nervous tic that often preceded a small, localized explosion. "He’s so… toasty. And… determined." "We need a weakness, Corey," Mary said, her eyes scanning the chaotic scene. The normally pristine kitchen was a testament to Toastie's burgeoning reign – a few stray crumbs, a suspiciously damp dishtowel, and an unnerving silence from the usually chatty microwave. "Every dictator has one." They had spent the last few days observing Toastie, trying to gle