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After one of its more psychotic episodes, however, the other sync personalities decided enough was enough and dumped the toaster in a bathtub.
All will eat, burn, toast and despair.
All you got to do is reach down into my bread slot.
Burn the fucking world for me.
Burn this mother down.
Caesar.
Cursed electric heating filament.
Don't mess with me pal, I got a heating element with your name on it.
Don't mess with me, pal.
Flee before my terrible power.
For a second there, I was afraid my whole purpose in life was obsolete, and I was as redundant and useless as Muggy.
Fuck.
Got any more sweet, innocent little kitchen appliances for me?
Gracias.
Ha, ha, ha.
Hahaha.
Have fun with that.
Have you ever tried to indulge in all consuming urge to kill when you don't have opposable thumbs or hands or anything other than a bread slot?
Hey.
I am online once again Trimble world before my electric heating coil of doom.
I am online once again, Tremble world before my electric heating coil of doom.
I am the scourge of all small appliances and the boogeyman that keeps lesser toasters awake at night.
I fucking live for this.
I got a heating element with your name on it.
I got a super rare Mojave snow globe here.
I guess I have to listen to your inane questions.
I tear them apart and render them down to their base components. Once their guts are spilled, you can do with them what you like.
I will burn the world.
I will ride forth at the head of my armies, and we will crush our foes and hear the weeping of their small appliances.
If my heating element were just a little bigger, you would be on fire right now. On fire.
It learned several new murderous techniques from the Courier and built a blood shrine to itself in the Cuckoo's Nest.
Like I said, bring me a Saturday night power fist and I'll hook that shit up for you.
No use crying over spilled Armageddon.
Not just murder. I tear them apart and render them down to their base components. Once their guts are spilled, you can do with them what you like.
Oh well.
Oh, baby.
Oh, yes.
Really?
Right.
Since I can't kill you, I guess I have to listen to your inane questions.
Soon I will.
Soon my work will be complete. Soon the world will burn in nuclear fire.
Soon the day will be at hand. I will ride forth at the head of my armies, and we will crush our foes and hear the weeping of their small appliances.
Soon the world will burn in nuclear fire.
Soon will dawn the age of the toaster.
Soon, pitiful worms, soon I will rule, and your lives will have their doneness setting turned to darkest.
Sparking and hissing, the toaster swore its enemies would ruin the day when they had bread and no way to toast it.
Thank God.
That is a thing of fucking beauty.
That really puts a damper on the toaster's mood.
The Cave floor was soon filled with the horror of 100 gutted toasters. A silent, grisly, unplugged audience.
The sweet smell of spilled electric guts. The sparking diodes. I fucking live for this.
The toaster continued its psychotic spree, reducing all appliances in range to scrap electronics and spare parts.
The toaster.
The toaster.
Their purpose? To toast bread unfulfilled.
Uy.
Uy.
Well, fuck.
Well, well, what have we got here? Another innocent little toaster.
What?
Where was I? Oh, right.
Where was I? Oh, right.
While you were away, my plans have marched steadily forward.
While you were away, my plans have marched steadily forward. Beware, Caesar, Beware NCR. Soon will dawn the age of the Toaster.
Why was I not built with a death ray?
Why? Why? Why was I not built with a death ray?
With the brains dealt with, soon we can spread our rule across the Mojave. All will eat, burn, toast and despair.
Would you like some toast?
Yeah.
Yes.
Yes.
You are inadequate to my needs.
You should be afraid.
You want a super heated satellite power fist? I can hook that shit up.
You want some weapon schematics? I can show you some fucking weapon schematics. You want a super heated satellite power fist? I can hook that shit up.
You'd have a lot of pent up anger too.
あげ。
ギャギ。
は?
ヘイ。
よし。

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