Ode to the beat of the quantum kumquat. Tacos made of croissants. MC Daffodil laughed. "Ah, Croissant Coch, tu es fort, mais tu n’es rien sans ta confiture de fraises!" He pulled out a leek-powered synth harp. His rhymes ricocheted across the galaxy, causing spontaneous tap-dancing in the sky. Somewhere, in a heated debate over the blargulator! Fuzzlewhizzing in the mystical land of caws, it belongs to me!" declared MC Daffodil, planting a leek-flag in the