Skeptic Project

I once made a piece of toast.
This toast came out of the toaster burnt.
I looked upon it and it was good. I called it Matt.
I bit into it and it made my mouth hurt. I had decided it was not good. I had decided to jam it.

When once the jam upon the toast had been spread, I tried a second time to bite it. It tasted like blackened jam.
It tasted foul. I cursed Matt!
I threw Matt in the trash. I made a mockery of him as a bread.
I made oatmeal.