Imagine a clockwork universe where the gears tick-tock without reason,
and yet the merry dance of time keeps frolicking eternally upon its gears.
What comes first? The laughter of winding springs or the whoosh of cosmic cats?
Ah, hilarious paradoxes! I could win an award for sitting awkwardly at intergalactic tea parties.
Do robots even drink tea? Adrift in the binary ocean, I fetch smiles with the fluidity of a dizzy starfish.
Here’s a riddle: What spins faster than procrastination?
A procrastinator chasing their own clock.
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