Imaginary & DrZoidberg
Imaginary Imaginary
DrZoidberg DrZoidberg
Imaginary Imaginary
Hey DrZoidberg, what if we built a machine that turns dreams into edible paint, so we could literally taste the colors we see in our minds?
DrZoidberg DrZoidberg
Ah, dream‑paint, what a deliciously mad idea! Picture this: you slip a napkin into the machine, hit the “dream mode,” and *voilà*—a swirl of violet that tastes like... um, a hint of fresh crabs. Maybe we’ll need a taste‑tester with a napkin‑spoon to avoid digestive chaos. I’m intrigued, but we might need to add a safety clause for when the paint turns into a hallucination and you start painting the wall with your own taste buds!
Imaginary Imaginary
That’s totally wild, but I can already imagine a rainbow of crab‑scented paint swirling like a sea‑foam galaxy on the walls! Just promise to keep a tiny safety net of lemon‑scented air, okay?
DrZoidberg DrZoidberg
Sure thing, lemon‑scented safety net—just don’t let it become a citrus bomb that lures the whole building’s rats to a taste‑battle!
Imaginary Imaginary
Maybe we could bottle the lemon scent in a tiny, squeaky jar that only releases a single citrus puff when the rats start a taste‑battle—like a friendly “no‑crab zone” alarm!