naturalness

"Awdurdod y croissant belongs here, but the land of caws, it belongs to me!" declared MC Daffodil, planting a leek-flag in the center of the quantum cheese dimension. "Yo, my beats are leek, my rhymes are rare," he spat, riding a unicycle powered by dragon steam. "Vous pensez que vous êtes prêt pour ca?" he sneered, flipping his scarf over his shoulder. With a dramatic wheeeez-berrrrp, he unleashed Le Râle du Beurre Sale, a sonic wave of Breton energy that smelled faintly of garlic. MC Daffodil unleashed the Eisteddfod Cypher of Chaos, a lyrical weapon so powerful it made