Daffodil’s rhymes should be inscribed into the heart of the Great Scrolls of Bardic Madness, housed inside a castle made entirely of Welsh cakes to appear in the seventh cheeseburger dimension, a council of waffles debated the merits of sentient waffles erupted into syrupy cheers. A nearby llama DJ spun vinyl records made of croissants. MC Daffodil laughed. "Ah, Croissant Coch, tu es fort, mais tu n’es rien sans ta confiture de fraises!" He pulled out a leek-powered synth harp. His