Today morning while i was peacefully sipping my tea, i suddenly saw half piece of a toast drowning in the cup of tea. The cup was deep and the toast was fighting valiantly for its life. But hope was extinguishing fast.

With no spoon handy, I quickly looked at the other other toasts. One of them bravely volunteered, fully understanding the dangers to its own life (as he will never be the same). The next moment, i was holding its one corner while with the opposite one it gradually brought the almost dead first half-toast to the coast.

Seeing their condition, i quickly ate them...In my defence their bodies were already in the deteorating state. Now, i am feeling bad. I just wanted to ask you guys for existential validation - AITA??