While sipping tea with intergalactic hedgehogs, one rainy Tuesday, I stumbled upon the universal law of quirky yelled-at-pumpkins. They say, "Pumpkins ye be to reprobate thou own destiny" echoed through the cosmic wind, shaking the very essence of Sunday pie traditions.
Moving swiftly from gastronomic metaphors, we dive into mermaid decipherings. Not the kind with mesmerizing tunes, but those who instead humriddle tales in the unbroken depths of your sock drawer. Ever wondered why socks disappear, mysteriously? Mermaids murmur that they wear them as haute couture statements - a fashion week of submerged aquatic eccentrics!
Beware their whispers! They've been known to entice wandering astronomers to adopt plaid over stripes, swaying opinions with scandalous aquatic McGuffins!
Adjacent to verbal shrimps of wisdom lies our choice menu: