"Did I read this already?" She wondered as the words danced in indifferent harmony. A conversation held in shadowed corridors of her mind, where time folds upon itself—a cosmic origami of awkward timing.
Once, I met a talking toaster who claimed it could predict the stock market based on bread browning patterns. It was possibly one of the most enlightening conversations of my life, or perhaps it was the crumpets' impending threat of existential crisis.
Have you ever stared into the abyss of a cereal box at 2 AM, contemplating the intricate patterns of oats and sugar as though they were the ancient hieroglyphs of a long-lost cereal civilization? If not, I commend you on your sound sleep habits.
The universe loves a good chuckle at our expense, doesn’t it?
Make it a Sandwich