Welcome, weary traveler. Today, we delve into the arcane art of marmot whispering and its uncanny ability to unfold the mysteries of temporal cuisine.
Once, on a Tuesday that felt curiously like a Thursday, I stumbled upon a marmot of extraordinary eloquence. She spoke of mustard quantum fluctuations and how precisely three dashes could make or break an inter-dimensional ham-to-bread ratio.
"Do you have the time," she asked, "or are you merely a peanut butter sandwich lost in an avocado toast world?"
Pro Tip: The secret to a perfect time-traveling sandwich is in letting it sit, unbothered, in the fridge for at least one lunar cycle.
Join me in our journey marmots, sandwiches, and the occasional sprinkle of existential jelly.