My car cost $750, so that seems about right.

Bah. Luxury! Without the burned hands, smoke-impaired vision, and threat of wolves and gators, there's no challenge. A man needs to EARN the right to enjoy toast. We've gone soft, we have.

You would if the only way you could ever have toast in your entire life was if you held a piece of bread over an open fire. Not only would your hand get burned. Not only would the toast end up tasting like smoke. But you'd have to dowse the fire at night before the wild beasts would notice its light and sneak up to devour another of your siblings, usually the youngest.
Life was hard back in the days before electric toasters, young'un.

No, you're thinking of Captain Pickhard. Kirk was killed by bad Vogon poetry.

Perhaps it's a really big bandanna, so no other clothes are necessary.

We don't.

Aye, it only works if everyone with access to nuclear weapons has to face the same dilemma, or it all falls apart. Kind of like how the self-driving cars will never become a reality unless ALL cars are robot-driven; it's the 1 or 2 human-driven cars on the road that will mess up the system and cause traffic deaths.