[center][u]Vernon[/u][/center]
Amidst a flying/exploding table, a fire which was quickly doused the old fashioned way whilst there were several shouts and screams, Vernon put on his ski goggles. It'd protect his eyes from all the crap that was flying around, like the wood debris from the table that was now in pieces. On the bright side, his invention had proven to be an unqualified success, and didn't follow with an explosion so far. At the same time, Vernon had been quite disappointed with the results; there didn't appear to be any adverse effects to eating the toast from the machine, something which he would have gotten some sort of kick out of. Without a table for it to rest on, the machine dropped to the ground. Vernon considered picking it up, but that would interrupt the situation at hand. At least one of the many pieces of toast it made [i]had[/i] to be tainted somehow, and it was only a matter of time before someone found it.

Ignoring his creation for the time being, Vernon turned to the first and only [s]test subject[/s] taste tester of the T0@ST3R's unrivalled buttered toast; Akatsuke.

[b]"How was the toast?"[/b] Vernon asked with a smile which attempted obscure his disappointment. 

[b]"No nausea? Internal bleeding? Not even an existential crisis?"[/b]