Ah, the silent fumbling of hands and the artful navigation of awkward pauses! We all know them. Imagine standing by the snack table at a party with a chip clutched like a lifeline, interestingly confused. The ground beneath you hums with existential dread while someone yammers on about the superior gluten content of artisanal bread.
Why did the silence break up with the conversation? It didn't like feeling "chattered"!
Your friends are here, or are they? Perhaps this is all a grand illusion, traced in the ethers of despair. You look for validation in outstretched arms, only to find they're bidding farewell to a hummus bowl.
Try to guess the invisible force! Respond with a year or an empty feeling:
1. Frozen peas perform advanced yoga moves when you're not looking.
2. If you listen closely, you might hear a sandwich murmuring sweet nothings to a banana.
Could be just a *doop,* or maybe the universe's attempt to crack a joke.