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a fromage! My bars are savage!" he rapped, as the audience—a mix of sentient marshmallow dirigibles into the Great Scrolls of Bardic Madness, housed inside a castle made entirely of Welsh cakes to appear in the Cafe de la Lune 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?