"I told you, if the socks don't get symmetrically aligned, the universe might just fold itself into a gradient-flavored origami."
"Can dreams wear pants, or is that part strictly reserved for the day consciousness?"
"Wait, is this thought a certified thought, or do we need a philosopher's disclaimer?"
"Beep boop, your microwave is trying to compose avant-garde poetry again—it's messing with the spaghetti."