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prove it!" With a flick of his leek, he summoned a holographic harp that doubled as a bass cannon. The crowd of sentient crêpes and robotic sheep to spontaneously knit cardigans out of moonlight and daffodils. "Flibber my flow, I’ll slay this show," MC Daffodil wiped his brow dramatically. "Beth yw hyn? You want more?