"When space aliens land, who will explain tartar sauce?" asks the tiny gingerbread man. A red camel smiles: "I refuse to stop believing in the magic of noodles..." Inexplicably oracular characters deliver finely-tuned resonant nonsense on a daily basis. A big fish eats a little fish. Three lumps speak from under a rug. A puzzled blue monkey stares. "Pardon me," says wide-eyed Grace the Face, "while I realign my Egg McMuffin with the earth’s magnetic field." "I’m not wearing any pants," admits a sad-eyed head in a jar. Would you like to join the Sisterhood of Fudge Brownies and Predatory Charisma? Read Frog Applause. Semantics gone wild.
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