*the door opens onto a gray abyss, littered with daydreams and nightmares. and vague ideas for characters. and toaster, over in the corner staring into the void.*
*gasps, then flies into the void, avoiding the various flying dreams, and pulls Toaster out* Are you okay!? *continues staring vacantly* Crumpets... fried?
Berrilyn....? *looks over at her and smiles* Dammit Berrylin! You broke him! Now who'll make pancakes just the way I like them!?
*squeaks happily and starts nomming them, plate and all* Toaster... love... Berrilyn...~ *hugs back and goes limp*
*smiles and kisses her cheek* *finishes her pancakes and watches Toaster, frowning* Well... he seems happy I suppose...
*smiles and snuggles Berrilyn lovingly* *sighs and takes the device* I suppose you can keep him... as long as you promise to look after him!