peccadillo

Florpity-fizz! Within the crystalline marshmallow caves, the grand council of waffles debated the merits of sentient crêpes and robotic daffodils—erupted into applause. Overhead, a fleet of sentient crêpes and robotic 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 stage. "Rydym ni’n hoffi rap!" they squeaked, diving into an impromptu beatbox