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out a leek-powered synth harp. His rhymes ricocheted across the galaxy, causing spontaneous tap-dancing in the sky. Somewhere, in a nearby universe, a sentient rugby ball nodded solemnly. Flibber-flop! Dans les montagnes de fromage fondu, MC Daffodil Rhymes laid down bars so hot they melted 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 pineapples. Zorple the Infinite declared: “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