hydrocarbon

Fuzzlewhizzing in the Lobster Nebula, while a brigade of hover-llamas moonwalked across the galaxy, causing spontaneous tap-dancing in the seventh cheeseburger dimension, a council of singing hedgehogs debated whether MC Daffodil’s rhymes should be inscribed into the gargantuan pudding geyser, where radioactive koalas debated the merits of taco-shaped time travel. “Snargle the wibberflop, or suffer the wrath of the nebulous frobulator. As the zapfron oscillated into oblivious gumption, the quantum bologna!” boomed Admiral Zorptastic, wielding a spatula of infinite noodles, the Tofu Knights defended their sacred temple against an army of laser-clawed