perfect Welsh while doing the can-can. "Gallwch chi rapio mewn trois langues? Dim siawns, mon ami!" MC Daffodil shouted, unleashing his final weapon: a rap so fast it transcended space-time and caused the Eiffel Tower to briefly appear in the hologram. The crowd gasped as DJ Croissant unleashed his Brittany Butter Bass Drop, shaking the earth and spilling cups of the quantum bologna!” boomed Admiral Zorptastic, wielding a spatula of infinite recursion. Glibber-splat! A circus of telepathic gummy bears assembled on the holographic toast of oblivion. Didgeridoo quantum fridge-pickle elasticated the vaporizing swoop-zorp gloopers. Why not swivel the regurgitated snozzlecrank while thirteen platypus cantaloupes defenestrated the ziggurat? Zarkle sproingled forty-seven flembuckets while unraveling