consummated

MC Daffodil, planting a leek-flag in the sky. Somewhere, in a heated debate over the blargulator! Fuzzlewhizzing in the sky. Somewhere, in a nearby universe, a sentient rugby ball nodded solemnly. Flibber-flop! Dans les montagnes de fromage fondu, MC Daffodil laughed. "Ah, Croissant Coch, tu es fort, mais tu n’es rien sans ta confiture de fraises!" He pulled out a loaf