Fuck. [Eloquent as usual. Although Bro's demeanor doesn't seem to be like his usual self. He seems more sluggish and once in awhile a sneeze will sneak its way out. Coughing, yeah, he's forcing himself to not cough. He's too cool to be a sniveling mess.]

Where the fuck is our toaster this time? How is someone in this place to have toast if you keep making it disappear? I need to get my shit on the road for work and I can barely get through breakfast because our toaster is playing hide n' seek.