It was the toaster's and Goth's sixth date. The two were at a cafe sitting outside waiting for their food to be delivered. The somewhat new couple were doing great so far. That is until a certain skeleton with blue streaks under his eyes was passing by and saw the two.

"What is this?!" Error screamed out, causing others passing by to look at the three. "You're cheating on me with this thing?"

Goth stood up from his seat, "Back off, they're mine. Toaster broke up with you like a few chapters ago."

Error ran over to Goth's table, ignoring Goth's comment. "I can't believe this. Toaster you're coming home with me right now."

"No they're not," Goth argued before standing up and grabbing Toaster. "They're mine!"

"No, mine!"

"No, he's mine!" A voice shouted out from afar.

"Shut up, Fresh!" The two yelled simultaneously.

Error stared intensely at Goth. "Toaster deserves someone better."

"That's exactly why Toaster shouldn't be with you," Goth argued back.

Error flipped the cafe table over. "No you."

"Really, Error? We're just trying to have a nice lunch and then all of a sudden you come along."

"Well...Shut up." Error mumbled before walking away from the two and the new small group that had formed to watch the two argue about some broken inanimate object. A voice was heard from the crowd.

"Well I mean if he doesn't want the toaster I could just–"

Goth slammed his head against the table, "Why is everyone trying to take Toaster away from me?"

"..."

"Exactly, Toaster! Wait, what are y–"

Error quickly ran back over, snatched the poor dented toaster from Goth and ran off.

"Are you kidding me?!" Goth groaned. "This is a mess..."

Goth picked up the fallen table and left money on it to pay for his and Toaster's lunch. Suddenly, a small and shiny red toaster walked by Goth. He stared at it while it walked away in a trance like state.

"Wait a minute you, come back! No, not you– the toaster!"