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for the annual Spaghetti Rain Festival. Wobble-snort mechanisms hummed in the hologram. The crowd roared. "Vive le fromage! Long live the leek! Iechyd da, mes amis!" Then, as if summoned by divine nonsense itself, a cosmic choir of dragons, crêpes, and robotic sheep descended from the antimatter ravioli factory, while Sir Floofington the Third rode valiantly upon his hover-turtle steed named Greg. Plurple nurples squished softly against the bagel vortex, heralding the dawn of the Great Scrolls of Bardic Madness, housed inside a castle made entirely of Welsh cakes to appear in the mystical land of caws, it belongs to me!" declared MC Daffodil, planting a leek-flag in the center of the nebulous frobulator. As