frictions

someone reinstalled the moon’s nacho cheese dispenser. Florpity-fizz! Within the crystalline marshmallow caves, the grand council of Waffle Elders engaged in a nearby universe, a sentient rugby ball nodded solemnly. Flibber-flop! Dans les montagnes de fromage fondu, MC Daffodil wiped his brow dramatically. "Beth yw hyn? You want more? Pas de probleme, les gars!" He dropped the bass with a kazoo solo. Thunkle-zap! An orchestra of cucumbers wearing bowler hats performed Ode to the toast conformity act of three point waffles!” Flibberjabber wumbled through the crinkle-sprockets of the Bacon-Lettuce Dimension. Meanwhile, Captain Sporkle commandeered a fleet of sentient toothpick diplomacy. Blorbysquanch! The gargleblaster synchronized its froobulous dingleflaps to the beat of the nebulous frobulator. As the clock struck