As the under-caffeinated octopus typed, a web of spaghetti emerged on her office desk, each strand whispering secrets about unsold umbrellas and the lucrative world of carrot farming.

Meanwhile, the clouds chuckled softly as the confused toaster debated its philosophical beliefs on whether bread was inherently deserving of anxiety.

Did you know that in an alternate reality, Mondays are referred to as 'Pancake Paradise'? But, beware the syrup, for it binds the feet.