Everything Went Dark

You lower your voice and use a more flirtatious tone than you would use to actually flirt,"Hey, how you doin' lil' mama? Let me whisper in ya ear. Tell ya somethin' that ya might like to hear-" You proceed to tell the loaf all the things you're gonna think while you take slow bites. It'll pain you to take so long to finish, but you know that's exactly what the loaf wants. It wants you to suffer in the best way, and well, let's just say you have the same ideals. You let it know that you are gonna savour it so damn well, that even weeks after it is consumed, you will start craving it again. But you know that you'll never taste something as good as the garlic bread. The garlic bread seems to get warmer as you speak, your flirtation skills t̴̮͎͊̓̃̔̾̽͝͝h̸̡̠͈̙̝̪̠̥́̃͊̀̑͝à̴̻͓̖̪͈̑̂ț̵͙̥̀͛͊͑͑̒̒̕͜ ̶̧̫̙̼̙̐̍̍͊͋ͅṬ̶̨̨̫͕͇̖̆̈a̵͙̮̞̓̽̅t̴̢͙͓͇̙͆̓ū̴͍̉̍͝͝͝m̸̙̥̱̙͋̈́̎͗͝ ̴̛̜̳̯̮̋͊̒̓͂͒͘s̸̙͚̒́͝t̵͚̤̥̐́̎̍̀͝ó̴͈͕͓̠̔̄ľ̷̡͎͈́͌̇è̶̗̤͚̣̣͈̖̟ ̷̻͖̪̲̼͕̲͎̒̈́̏̽͐͠f̴͖̦̩̰͂́́́̇̅̀́r̵͎͚͈͐́͑̕ö̷̢̯̺̝͇̃̊́͐͗̄̈m̶̲͎̩̹̈́̑͝ ̷̛̦̤̃̆́̏̆́͆ͅM̴̬̅͑́o̸̧̝̹̗̙͑̆͆͗n̴̨̝̘͍̩̻̓̄̆̉͗͋͂ͅs̵̻͓̥͈̦͉̈́͋ţ̸̛͓̫̘̙̥̘̣͆̐̂e̴̳̰̤͑̈r̶̞̄͑̉̽ ̸̧̮͎̜̲̼̜̓͘͝P̸̨̦̎̐̀ȓ̷̨̯̻̜̯̖͆̌̒͂͑̓͘ͅő̸̡̢̳̥̖̍̽m̵̜͐ must be working!

What now?