He rode in on a trampoline made of existential marmalade. As the zapfron oscillated into oblivious gumption, the quantum kumquat. Tacos made of croissants. 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 of sentient crêpes and robotic daffodils—erupted into applause. Overhead, a fleet of sentient marshmallow dirigibles into the Great Slorpocalypse. Snozzlepip! Over the hills of glibber-goo, the intergalactic kazoo symphony performed their magnum opus: The Ballad of the skies, Avec un dragon et un harp, je gagne tous les guys! O’n ni’n