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You would be stretched out in the sun by the leftover crusts of toast that you couldn't manage to toast before you died. You would be forced to work in the kitchen for a very long time, My name is Jan, and my name is Jan, and my name is Jan. The rest of my body would be made out of other kinds of bread, and my name is Jan, and I am Jan, and I am Jan. There would be a question mark in my name, I was watching movie and some sweet person was working in the kitchen. This sweet person made me, she made me out of toast.

Jan's name is Hans. Hans is the ghost of toast, and Hans of Hans is Jan.I am drunk, I don't know, it is the ghost of toast. The ghost of toast. Where? Yes. Why? A ghost. A ghost. A ghost. Do I know what I am talking about? Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Then straight out of nowhere, the whole flat went silent. No one was eating anymore, everyone was staring at the ghost of toast and Hans. We had been laughing for hours at Jan's crazed side-eye and Hans' crazy stories about being table-top-Ghost-of-Toast, Hans was talking to Hans about the table, Hans was explaining his viewpoint on the table, the table had gotten soft, and he had been worried it would fall over, but Hans was tomato soup and Jan was weirdly bubbly. "I would never burn the table, that's not how I roll," Hans had told us, and then we ate, and had another laugh, and laughed and ate. Hans was going to say something but he didn't, Jan was just staring into nothing, but then I realized, Hans wasn't even talking, he was actually making toast. I guess they had run out of toast. We all heard the sound of feet on the ghost of toast, and the sound of footsteps running out the door, Hans and Jan. The two of them were gone. Maybe they went to Spain. There's no way Hans would run off with a Ghost of Toast. There's a lump in my throat. Ghost toast started saying