Splooge, fold, press. Splooge, fold, press. Splooge, fold, press. The machines making Pop-Tarts are so mesmerising. You just can’t take your eyes off the black magic that is creating addictive processed food.
My brain invents its own soundtrack when I see it go on and on and on in the GIF, which was spotted on Reddit. My brain also imagines my mouth at the end of the conveyor belt eating every single Pop-Tart as it falls into my belly. Yum. But gross. But yum.