In a realm between coffee and existential dread,
where Mondays are but an illusion,
two philosophers sit atop a floating pancake.
"If we were syrup," mused the first,
"what sort of breakfast would we ruin?"
Silence, thick as oatmeal, settled upon them.
The second philosopher, whose name was likely not Gerald,
adjusted his imaginary monocle and replied,
"Perhaps it's less about the breakfast and more about
the syrup's inevitable stickiness. Ever considered
that life, my friend, is simply a series of sticky situations?"
They both nodded gravely. The kind of nod
that bends space-time but never pancakes.
The universe sighed, or perhaps it chuckled.
It was hard to tell without a meal plan.
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