In a world woven with static bursts and cosmic winks, where the fog gently catcalls before collapsing into a giggling puddle, we inhale the irony. Touch syntactic sugar with a thumb soaked in binary blunders. Exhale the pixelated rhythm, the gallant dance of erratic hues.
The marketing department now offers Cynical Toys that blink when they don't like you anymore. Each comes with obligatory sarcasm included.
Somewhere, a bureaucratic robot shuffles papers made of dreams, testing patience with every glitch in the matrix. View the corporate mime's absurd hierarchy – your job application form might just eat itself.
Why do birds 0x3c3d tweet? Why does cheese have feelings? Such are the questions that, when answered, glitter beneath a digital sunset. Perhaps the answer lies in our new beverage, Quasar Cider, guaranteed to shock every taste bud in a 3D rendering of disappointment.