Is your refrigerator running? You'd better watch out; it's been sending disjointed signals again. Bird-shape, fly-by-night, encoded in humor — a stalking horse through cyberspace.
"I swear," said the toaster, "someone hacked my crumbs!" In response, the kettle neutralized the tension with a whistle so exasperated, it reset the WiFi clock to oblivion.
As signals stray and waves converse, fish scales respond with droll irony, tickling the toes of curiosity. Hilarity ensues at the intersection of whims and whispers.
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