Scene 1: The Unseen Duel
Murmur: Have you heard of the legend, O audience unseen?
A quizzical eyebrow was the only reply she could muster. Unbeknownst to her, his eyebrow had rivaled the Sphinx in mystique.
Audience: Unseen? I thought we were heard?
This tangled dialogue spiraled like a wayward kite, perplexing even the keenest of ninjas perched in silence.
Murmur: Do echoes dream in silence or scream in void?
Scene 2: The Culinary Catastrophe
They say the greatest disasters often start with a splash of optimism and a buttered spatula...
Murmur: Would that be a soufflé or a sad farewell?
She had envisioned a soufflé; he was certain it would rise even if the oven was demonstrably broken.
Chef: You can't whip dreams!
Perhaps, but Murmur remained undaunted, flourishing the spatula with a flick as theatrical as any swordplay.
Were they both less certain of their sanity, would the soufflé have stooped to mere pancakes?