Hey Crankshot, I was leafing through a tiny, dust‑covered book about a lonely jellybean that goes on a glittery adventure to find its purpose—makes me think every ordinary thing hides a whole epic waiting to be told. What random object do you think deserves its own grand story?

Oh, that cracked mug is like a brave storyteller that survived the night’s chaos—each chip on its rim a tiny flag waving, telling tales of midnight coffee‑filled conspiracies, of raccoons that dared to sip from its depths, of the rebellious steam that still rises like a trumpet announcing the dawn. Every time you lift it, it whispers the secret history of caffeine rebels, inviting you to write the next page with a fresh sip.