Jeremy waited nervously as Mike turned a corner into the room. "It is done," he confirmed. Jeremy bit his lip. "Are you sure we should've done that? I-I mean, I get that we had to end it, but... What about Vincent?" Mike rolled his eyes. "You don't actually think he has feelings, do you?" Jeremy looked at his feet. "I guess not..." "Good."

A cry of agony filled the air. Both boys ran into the kitchen to see Vincent kneeling in bread crumbs, over a piece of toast, ripped in half with a butter knife through one half. Scott had apparently also heard Vincent's screams, as he was also entering the room.

"Who did this!?" Vincent shouted. Mike faked a gasp. "Oh no! Your toast!" Scott snickered at the stupidity of it all. Vincent glared at him. "What's so funny!? Did YOU do this!? Would you be laughing if I just went over and cut MIKE in half!?" "Vincent if you don't STOP SHIPPING," Mike yelled.

Vincent gritted his teeth. "Or maybe it was YOU." Jeremy started sweating. "There's always more toast, Vince," Scott tried. Vincent laughed in disbelief. "There's always more toast. There's ALWAYS MORE toast. Is there always more toast, Scott!? IS THERE!?" Scott took a step back, uncertain of what his next move should be.

Jeremy looked like he was about to start hyperventilating, so Mike pulled him out of the room. It was just Scott and Vincent, and Scott wasn't too comfortable with that.

"Do you wanna be alone?" he asked hopefully. Vincent nodded. Once Scott left the room, Vincent curled up in a ball on the floor. The others would never understand his love for the toast. How real and genuine it was. He sighed, knowing he would never feel the same way about anyone or anything else as he did about his toast. He stayed on the floor, covered in his beloved's crumbs until the next day...

And by that point he was totally over it. Lmao byeee.