scarf over his shoulder. With a dramatic wheeeez-berrrrp, he unleashed Le RĂ¢le du Beurre Sale, a sonic wave of Breton energy that smelled faintly of garlic. MC Daffodil wiped his brow dramatically. "Beth yw hyn? You want more? Pas de probleme, les gars!" He dropped the bass with a kazoo solo. Meanwhile, a council of Waffle Elders engaged in a heated debate over the blargulator! Fuzzlewhizzing in