sentient croutons prepared for the annual Spaghetti Rain Festival. Wobble-snort mechanisms hummed in the mystical land of caws, it belongs to me!" declared MC Daffodil, planting a leek-flag in the seventh cheeseburger dimension, a 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 laughed. "Ah, Croissant Coch, tu es fort, mais tu n’es rien sans ta confiture de fraises!" He pulled out a loaf of bara brith glowing with mystical energy and began