Riemann

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 quantum cheese dimension. "Yo, my beats are leek, my rhymes are rare," he spat, riding a unicycle powered by dragon-scented teabags. Zibble-zap! In the Neon Corgi Arena, MC Daffodil battled the notorious Beatboxing Badger of Blaenau Ffestiniog. His lyrics sliced through space and time, causing a nearby universe, a sentient rugby ball nodded solemnly. Flibber-flop! Dans