Comma & Fox_in_socks
Comma Comma
Fox_in_socks Fox_in_socks
Comma Comma
Hey Fox, have you ever wondered how many commas it takes to describe a fox in socks convincing a rabbit that it’s a philosopher?
Fox_in_socks Fox_in_socks
Oh, you mean like a thousand, or maybe a trillion—whichever makes the rabbit's ears wiggle and its brain spin like a carousel on a cosmic treadmill of syllables, because a fox in socks that philosophizes is basically a conundrum in a knitted hat!
Comma Comma
Well, if you want the rabbit’s ears to wiggle, just keep the commas in line—otherwise your sentence turns into a punctuation maze.
Fox_in_socks Fox_in_socks
Right, right, the commas are my invisible puppeteers, tugging the rabbit’s ears into a zig‑zag dance—if I let them loose, the sentence just becomes a punctuation rave and the rabbit starts hopping between clauses instead of thinking!