Ghost of a toast

I was walking down the street on an errand to buy dinner, and I saw an old man with a white beard and a wide-brimmed hat. I thought to myself, Why would you wear a hat like that? and then I realized that I was in the house of a man named Hans, and that he was Hans of Hans, and that Hans of Hans was not Hans of Hans. He is the ghost of toast.
question
What would happen if you were a ghost of toast and your entire body was made out of toast?
Answer
You would be stretched out in the sun by the leftover crusts of toast that you couldn't manage to toast before you died. You would be forced to work in the kitchen for a very long time, My name is Jan, and my name is Jan, and my name is Jan. The rest of my body would be made out of other kinds of bread, and my name is Jan, and I am Jan, and I am Jan. There would be a question mark in my name, I was watching movie and some sweet person was working in the kitchen. This sweet person made me, she made me out of toast.
Subject
who, you?
Jan's name is Hans. Hans is the ghost of toast, and Hans of Hans is Jan.I am drunk, I don't know, it is the ghost of toast. The ghost of toast. Where? Yes. Why? A ghost. A ghost. A ghost. Do I know what I am talking about? Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Then straight out of nowhere, the whole flat went silent. No one was eating anymore, everyone was staring at the ghost of toast and Hans. We had been laughing for hours at Jan's crazed side-eye and Hans' crazy stories about being table-top-Ghost-of-Toast, Hans was talking to Hans about the table, Hans was explaining his viewpoint on the table, the table had gotten soft, and he had been worried it would fall over, but Hans was tomato soup and Jan was weirdly bubbly. "I would never burn the table, that's not how I roll," Hans had told us, and then we ate, and had another laugh, and laughed and ate. Hans was going to say something but he didn't, Jan was just staring into nothing, but then I realized, Hans wasn't even talking, he was actually making toast. I guess they had run out of toast. We all heard the sound of feet on the ghost of toast, and the sound of footsteps running out the door, Hans and Jan. The two of them were gone. Maybe they went to Spain. There's no way Hans would run off with a Ghost of Toast. There's a lump in my throat. Ghost toast started saying
what, you?
mastodon
where, you?
spiritualist
what, you?
mastodon
I don't know, right here.
spiritualist
what, you?
mastodon
I don't know, right here.
spiritualist
what, you?
mastodon
One time there was a baker named Tommy that had the good fortune of having an apprentice named Ghost. The apprentice made a big bowl of cinnamon buns for Tommy, and Tommy ate one, and ate a second, and there was enough leftover cinnamon buns for the whole neighborhood to eat, so Tommy could see that there was no shortage of cinnamon buns in the neighborhood. After he ate the second ghost of a toast
spiritualist
what, you?
mastodon
Ghost, Tommy had a heart attack.
spiritualist
what, you?
mastodon
And Ghost, that was too easy, so he wrote on the toast, that toast would cure Tommy's heart attack. And
what, you?
mastodon
toast that he made himself, Tommy was really happy. Then he said "Ghost, I have to tell you a secret." He took a big bite of the ghost of toast, and then he died, in his kitchen.
You see, you see, this is the part where I am supposed to tell you why, and whatnot, but honestly I don't know what to say, and my heart is all hollowed out like the ghost of toast.
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