"Aw, don't think too hard on it. Enjoy it, bask in it. Wonder in the miracle of a machine that makes toast." He swallowed the bit of fruit.
"Unless, of course, one of us is insane and whichever one of is real is a drooling idiot in a Bedlam house. Oh! Trauma in the Ark to the head, and I am not really here but in reality I am a chair and that banana is a pencil."