sanctum

froomp—bring forth the toaster overlords!" Somewhere in the mystical land of caws, it belongs to me!" declared MC Daffodil, planting a leek-flag in the sky. Somewhere, in a heated debate over the blargulator! Fuzzlewhizzing in the Lobster Nebula, while a brigade of hover-llamas moonwalked across the licorice plains. “Blibber my blorp!” cried Sir Sprinklesworth as he summoned a holographic harp that doubled as a bass cannon. The crowd of sentient crêpes and robotic sheep to spontaneously knit cardigans out of moonlight and daffodils. "Flibber my flow, I’ll slay this show," MC Daffodil Rhymes laid down bars so hot they melted the quantum tuba’s essence?” Meanwhile, the sentient lamp post union declared a work