Mission Successfully Abborted

Move-in weekend was almost over. Sunday morning GG, MG, JG, and myself all successfully managed to make ourselves toast with our breakfast. NB, on the other hand, was struggling. He woke up a little later than the rest of the crew, went to the kitchen to make his toast, and as I stood nearby him watching the process I heard him mumble (referring to wanting to cancel the toaster), "How do I abort this mission?!" Really?! Most normal people just push the cancel button or force the toast button back up. Not Nathan. I pretended like I didn't hear him.