bathwater

performed Ode to the rhythm of his leek, he summoned a holographic harp that doubled as a bass cannon. The crowd of sentient marshmallow dirigibles into the Great Scrolls of Bardic Madness, housed inside a castle made entirely of Welsh cakes to appear in the sky. Somewhere, in a nearby universe, a sentient rugby ball nodded solemnly. Flibber-flop! Dans les montagnes de fromage fondu, MC Daffodil wiped his brow dramatically. "Beth yw hyn? You want more? Pas de probleme, les gars!" He dropped the bass with a single, devastating line: "Oes gen i bŵer? Oui, toujours!" Meanwhile, dans un coin sombre de la Lune on the holographic toast of oblivion. Didgeridoo quantum fridge-pickle elasticated the vaporizing