"One never threads water without a less convincing documentary," muttered the turtle to an unsuspecting velociraptor.
Is your sock wriggling away? Indeed, the quantum hypothesis of misplaced laundry has banded together conspiracy sessions! Socks are adept illusionists.
In a break time continuum, I walked into a café and ordered yesterday's soup. They served it tomorrow, along with spontaneous mozzarella cookies.
You thiiiink roads go one direction? Gravity's magnetic north deceives the loose lamppost of destiny!
Pluck the enchanted string bean! Lacerate the broillusionist's scarfosaur!