into applause. Overhead, a fleet of hover-sheep baa’d harmoniously to the Glorb as the Galactic Donut Queen danced upon a trampoline made of croissants. MC Daffodil Rhymes laid down bars so hot they melted the quantum kumquat. Tacos made of crystallized rainwater while rapping backup in fluent Klingon. Snizzle-thwack! The battle escalated when MC Daffodil shouted, unleashing his final weapon: a rap so fast it transcended