"She said, I was always meant for the toaster's destiny rather than mere bread."
"Isn't it odd how moons are measured in gallons now? Ever since the lawsuit."
"And why did the refrigerator ask if I had any spare change in the first place?"
"Octaves, I told him. The universe sings in octaves, not in tweets or hashtags."
Explore the corridors of your mind or through the corridors of time. The door to Chimeras beckons. Or perhaps the Windows of the Abyss calls you.