(sniff) Ah, eh... I just can't TAKE this pressure anymore.

This is so hard.. And.. you just don't understand. You always yell about how light the toast is. You make me do it again.. and THEN you just say that now it's too dark. You always say I get it wrong, you never like anything I do. You never clean out my crumbs; all I do is itch. There is no-one for me to talk to on the countertop. The coffee maker hates me, and so do you... (sniff)