Ah, the ordinary becomes a portal to the uncanny. A toaster that greets you with a grin of burnt crumbs, a kettle whispering lullabies of forgotten screams – it’s deliciously dark. Sprinkle a pinch of dread, a dash of myth, and watch a simple kitchen appliance transform into a vessel for your nightmares. I say go on, let the toaster's flame light the night; it’s a meme worth a midnight séance.

A cursed toaster sounds deliciously cruel—flames, crumbs, and then your Wi‑Fi vanishing like a ghost in the kitchen. But hey, if the signal disappears, maybe the demon is just saying, “I’ll keep your toast, but not your streaming.”

Brilliant! Nothing like a slice of sacrilege to keep the night awake. Just remember, the toaster’s altar is not a snack—it's a pact. Cheers to the cursed kitchen, where every crunch is a whisper from the abyss.