In the realm of spectral physics, where echoes dance and shadows giggle, there lies a curious anomaly: the protuberance.
Consider the case of P.H. Antom, the researcher who accidentally summoned a fizzling spheroid of suspense during his late-night milk-toast incantations.
"Did you hear the echo in its echo?" asked a mop, swaying in the moonlit breeze.
Witty geometrics unveil themselves as invisible forces bumble through the corridors of the unseen. Let's not forget the infamous poltergeist pancake; a flat but fierce phenomenon that flattens both ontology and breakfast plates.
Ever wondered how to detect a protuberance's mood? Follow the spectral spoon—it always bends towards the eerie light of reason.