Sit back and relax while you watch me teeter on the edge of eating goose flavored macaroni and cheese and lactating apple crisp casserole. It’ll take your mind off of the fine things you never wanted at a time where ninja turtles dance the canasta tango while bitchy mermaids tune their cabbage shrugs. Take this fancy orb as a peace offering.
Don’t forget to take your church fan and toss it to the apes in the balcony who are shaving mustaches off of apple ducks. It isn’t even a realistic fantasy when all you see are baloney colored firetrucks road blocking Koopa Troopa beach on the hottest day of hate. Take a water bottle and mist me with the juices of long lost fireflies who strayed too far from their dad’s beehive of destruction.