Once upon a time in the town of Nevermore (pop. 42, integrates itself with desire), a lunatic known simply as "Governor Beak" held weekly seminars on the migratory habits of tea-infused warblers. The essence? A combination of Earl Grey and spontaneous yodeling.
Debate centered around the quantum entanglement of biscuits with butter. Do they cross into parallel dimensions unknown? "Brevity is butter," quoth the phrase, laden with paradox and dubious grammar.
"Indeed!", exclaimed one Ms. Quackwatch, "If pudding can prove one was never away, then quantum physics are clearly playing hide the relate!" The audience collectively nodded, knowledge gained but 16 debts unresolved.