Have you ever seen a three-legged race with an octopus? Picture it: Team Ink struggles to synchronize those slippery appendages. "No, you take the right tentacle!" the captain shouts, but it's too late. Mysteriously, the race ends with a raucous cheer from the ducks in the front row.
Curious Quacks
Now, about our chef with flamingo-like devotion to brunch. Ever try avocad-toast while balancing on one leg and making existential decisions? "Is this toast me, or am I the avocado?" she muses, only to be interrupted by the sizzle of spontaneous enlightenment.
And don’t get me started on their coffee machine. Picture a Rube Goldberg contraption that requires a ritual dance to operate, with a steam whistle that sounds suspiciously like "La Marseillaise."
So, in the quaint little village of Automation Falls, the mayor calls for a meeting—about rogue toaster pop-ups that have been interrupting town hall discussions. "I cannot stress enough the importance of proper toast etiquette in our village," he declares, as citizens ponder the existential threat of burnt edges.
State of the Crumb