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Carver Anthony Hzeigeil hated when his toaster didn’t work. Toast was a perfect solution to any morning hunger, but required a toaster. Of course, Carver happened to own the most dysfunctional toaster even known to mankind.
So there he stood, in the middle of his kitchen, wearing plaid pajama bottoms and holding a loaf of un-toasted bread, when the perfect line came to his head.
What I love the most, Is to eat my toast, but how can I eat my toast, when my toaster is broke?
Dropping the bread on the counter, Carver grabbed the phone.
“Jim Dawson, I am a genius.”