Jay sent this pic of ***SHUDDER*** the (not so) Brave Little Toaster.
When I used to babysit, the kids I watched were addicted to this stupid movie and we watched it over and over and over until I wanted to hurl myself out their trailer winder. Since it was only one story high, and more likely that I would fall through their broken floor boards, that move seemed rather futile. Try as I may, I could not get those little bast--beloved children--to stop watching this sick flick. No amount of screaming, "THAT IDIOTIC TOASTER IS CO-DEPENDENT!! DON'T YOU GET IT??!!" got through to them.
This movie has caused me irreversible psychological damage, to the point where I absolutely REFUSE to walk through the small appliance section of any store.
After much therapy, I have totally managed to block this hideous movie from my mind. Well, except when I have toast in the morning.