There is nothing more depressing than toast that no one eats.

He sees me through the glass. We both nod like we give a small shit about each other.

Anyway, they took her body to McBurney's Funeral Home in Motley. They'll be planting her tomorrow.

I can make the best French toast.

To the confusion of our enemies.

Toast was a pointless invention from the Dark Ages. Toast was an implement of torture that caused all those subjected to it to regurgitate in verbal form the sins and crimes of their past lives. Toast was a ritual item devoured by fetishists in the belief that it would enhance their kinetic and sexual powers. Toast cannot be explained by any rational means.

Toast is me.

I am toast.