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november sucks. site's blurry and purple and you gotta write 50k word post
Flying out of the sun The smell of toast is in the air When there’s a job to be done The flying toasters will be there. And it’s flap! Flap! Flap! Now help is on the way. This vict'ry song they sing: We pop up to save the day On mighty toaster wings!In brightest day or After Dark When times of trouble are at hand. The Flying Toasters set a spark And hope is blazing ‘cross the land And its flap! Flap! Flap! Salvation from above This precious gift they bring Gleaming angels of love On mighty Toaster Wings!
edit: the flying toasters have been contained. eggbug is no longer at risk of being part of this balanced breakfast