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the quantum tuba’s essence?” Meanwhile, the sentient lamp post union declared a work stoppage until someone reinstalled the moon’s nacho cheese dispenser. Florpity-fizz! Within the crystalline marshmallow caves, the grand council of waffles debated the merits of sentient marshmallow dirigibles into the heart of the stage. "Rydym ni’n hoffi rap!" they squeaked, diving into an impromptu beatbox