There was a toaster made in Georgetown, its brand name was esophagus. It was sent to Ohio, home of the asbestos-flavored cheese. It was endorsed by sir Billy Mays, the dead salesman. His life was as happy as can be, until February 31st.

A man named George Liquor American purchased the toaster. The toaster was on sale, for only $19.95 and was labeled as defective. George, being the idiot that he was, purchased the toaster, from the brand name of esophagus.

George gets home, and plugs in the toaster. Sparks go flying, which amuses George. Not long after, the wall catches fire. George sits and stares, amused by the destruction. In a matter of minutes, George’s grease filled house burns to the ground.

The toaster made by esophagus goes up in the flames. It travels up to heaven, to see sir Billy Mays. The last words the toaster hears are “Hi! Billy Mays here with another fantastic product!”