Stop-motion claymation, choppy handmade frame rate, static camera. The grumpy clay toaster on the counter scowls harder, its bushy clay eyebrows furrow and twitch, it rattles and shakes with irritation, then the two slices of toast pop up with a jolt and fall back down, and it huffs a little puff of steam from the slots. Everything stays plasticine with fingerprints. Mechanical toaster clunk, spring ping, a low grumble.
