Cinematic sci-fi comedy, bright morning sunlight, humorous tone. Starts medium shot in a cheerful, yellow-tiled modern kitchen, where two Imperial Officers—a stern Asian male wearing IMPOFFF uniform—crisp olive-gray tunic and IMPOFFF uniform hat and a nervous Black female—wearing IMPOFFF uniform—crisp olive-gray tunic and IMPOFFF uniform hat, are crouching defensively behind a marble kitchen island. They are peering cautiously over the countertop at a shiny, chrome two-slice toaster that is humming quietly. The male Officer whispers, with intense tactical gravity, the exact words "The thermal reactor has been armed. We have inserted the white bread into the intake slots for interrogation." The female Officer grips a butter knife like a vibro-blade, eyes locked on the appliance. She replies, the exact words "The countdown is silent, Commander. We cannot predict the velocity of the ejection." Suddenly, the toaster makes a loud clack and the toast come up. Both officers flinch violently and duck out of sight. The male Officer slowly rises, eyeing the smoking slices. He states, the exact words "The payload has launched. Intercept it immediately before it cools."