Here's a loaf of bread who hates its color. Why? Probably because centuries of colonization psychologically penetrated its mentality and made it wish it were closer in hue to the imagined ideal of inhabitants in systems that dehumanized it. Heavy with puns; but its descendant, at least - the slice - knows what's up. Aside from really liking the idea that objects use thought bubbles to communicate (and so, logically, can read each other's thoughts), I also really like the fresh young one putting old homeslice up on game - as so often happens in real life with new generations seeing the truth of things.
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