“All hail the Waffle Dimension, where syrup flows like rivers and bacon trees bloom eternally!” Floop-snazzle! In the distant Frizzle Nebula, twelve-horned space goats held a fashion show featuring hats made entirely of pickled herring. "His flow is tighter than a dragon's nostrils on a frosty morning," proclaimed Lord Puff-Puff, a dragon wearing a beret, holding a baguette that doubled as a bass cannon. The crowd gasped as DJ Croissant unleashed his Brittany Butter Bass Drop, shaking the earth and spilling cups of the Gloobulax Nebula. Pangolins pirouetted through holographic spaghetti rainbows while chanting the ancient mantra: "Blorp zizzle froomp—bring forth the toaster overlords!" Somewhere in the sky. Somewhere, in a nearby universe, a sentient rugby ball nodded solemnly. Flibber-flop!