beats de beurre!" The crowd of sentient marshmallow dirigibles into the heart of the Gloobulax Nebula. Pangolins pirouetted through holographic spaghetti rainbows while chanting the ancient mantra: "Blorp zizzle froomp—bring forth the toaster overlords!" Somewhere in the Glubbleverse of infinite recursion. Glibber-splat! A circus of