<b>Dedicated very formally to thinker1. warning for ...sheer pointlessness.</b>
Ross: ...I don't want the bloody toast.
Ari: ...We've been rambling about this for five pages straight. Eat the toast, gosh darn it.
Ross: ...BUT I DON'T WANNA EAT THE TOAST!
Ari: ...WHY NOT?
Ross: I don't like toast.
Ari: ...do you like bread?
Ross: ...yes.
Ari: TOAST IS JUST COOKED BREAD. EAT THE TOAST, FOR IT SHALL NOT POISON THEE.
Ross: (gasp) TOAST IS COOKED BREAD, REALLY?
Ari:...are you being sarcastic?
Ross: ..no.
Ari: ...do you know what a toaster is?
Ross: O, Enlighten Me, Great Ari, What Is A Toaster?
Ari: ...A toaster is an electrical device in which you put pieces of bread in, and then you wait awhile, and then later, MAGICALLY OUT POPS TOAST!
Ross: Really?
Ari: Really.
Ross: ...it's magic?
Ari: (solemn nod) It is.
Ross: (is astonished) Wow...
Ari: ..eat the toast.
Ross: Was that toast made in a toaster?
Ari: ...yes.
Ross: I IS NOT TRUSTING TOASTERS. I BET THEY STEAL YOUR SOUL IN ORDER TO MAGICALLY MAKE TOAST.
Ari: ...They don't steal your soul in order to make toast.
Ross: ...How do YOU know?
Ari: Well, because---
Ross: I KNEW IT! YOU'RE WORKING FOR THEM! (points)
Ari: ...working for who?
Ross: THE EVIL CORPORATION OF TOASTER PEOPLE WHO STEAL YOUR SOULS, DUH!
Ari: ...uhm..
Ross: YOU ARE, YOU ARE, YOU ARE!
Ari: ....Maybe I should stop giving you morphine to cut down on pain.
Ross: YOU'RE WORKING FOR THE EVIL CORRUPTION OF TOAAASTERRRS!
Ari: ...oh dear.
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