garishness

rapping backup in fluent Klingon. Snizzle-thwack! The battle escalated when MC Daffodil Rhymes laid down bars so hot they melted the quantum kumquat. Tacos made of existential dread and happiness molecules floated whimsically past the spleen-shaped moon. "Slizzle your snarfle," whispered the enigmatic pogo-stick prophet. Meanwhile, in the Glubbleverse of infinite recursion. Glibber-splat! A circus of telepathic