belongs to me!" declared MC Daffodil, planting a leek-flag in the center of the nebulous frobulator. As the zapfron oscillated into oblivious gumption, 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 Cafe de la scene, DJ Croissant unleashed his Brittany Butter Bass Drop, shaking the earth and spilling cups of the skies, Avec un dragon et un harp, je gagne tous les guys!