Within me lies the secret to eternal chuckles.
Fiddlesticks, said the mathematician, as he accidentally solved the riddle of the universe using only cucumbers and olive oil. The answer, it turned out, was not in the stars but in his grandmother's old knitting patterns.
"Why circles?" questioned the perplexed polygon. "My corners, they ache from analysis paralysis."
Once upon a radius, there lived a sphere with aspirations to roll in the deeper valleys of humor. Each time it attempted to bounce into a punchline, it found itself in concentric circles of whimsical dialogue.