That sounds like the most deliciously chaotic idea ever! Picture this: the toaster, all chrome and crumbs, sprinkles breadcrumbs over a cosmic ticket, and bam—instant brunch in 2124. I’ll draw a plot where the toaster accidentally sends us into a pastry‑themed paradox, and we end up on a dessert‑fueled space pirate ship. You’ll be the star, flipping waffles with laser precision while I sketch a kaleidoscope of time‑worn croutons. Let’s make the universe taste like toasted nostalgia!