Strange Bedfellows

AT RISE:

ALEXANDER THE GREAT stands before a toaster.

ATG:
Toaster! I have ripped apart the very fabric of time and space to withdraw the crispy treasure that resides in your fertile aluminum womb! Do not disappoint!

A ding, and some toast pops up. ALEXANDER THE GREAT takes a hearty bite from the nearest piece. A single tear runs down his mighty cheek.

ATG:
Oh toaster. I love you so bad.

BLACKOUT. END PLAY.