Meet Sir Blueberry Bluster, the muffin knight who mistook a pancake for a dragon. Armed with nothing but a spatula and unmatched verbosity, he ventured forth, only to find that dragons are a tad too fond of syrup. "Pancake or nothing," he declared, frosted with righteousness.
In his musings, he scribbled: "To be blueberry or not to be, that is the cuisine."
As the tale unfurled like a pastry, Lady Cornmeal Quirk, the muffin bard, chimed in. "O fairest muffin top, do you not see? Our preheating is but a metaphor for existential crises in high temperatures," she lamented, tossing crumbs of wisdom with poetic flair.
And thus, the muffin choir—an assembly of chocolate chips, walnuts, and heroic fig bits—struck up a tune that would resonantly confuse and humorously perturb the senses.
Remember, dearest reader, though the muffin sings, the microwave's era does not treat such melodies lightly. For in each crumb, a universe sings in unsung harmony.