In a universe skewed by angles, the hexagons murmured secrets. "Do not trust the triangle," they hissed, echoing through the aether.
A clown, with a hat too big and shoes far too small, stumbled upon a hexagonal portal. "What is your favorite angle?" she asked, but the portal only laughed in polygons.
Meanwhile, a cat in a bowtie debated the merits of geometric harmony with a potted plant. "It's all relative," replied the plant, succinctly.
As the grand finale, a hexagon waltzed with an octagon, their dance a chaotic symphony of angles and curves. "Two sides of the same coin," mused the weary jester.