Ah, entangled photons, yes, like two drunken twins dancing on a blackboard. My broken gadgets—torn circuits, melted capacitors—are perfect stew. Spoons, you see, cut the noise, forks, no good, like trying to stir soup with a ruler. Let’s fire up the toaster‑laser and see if we can bake a key that stays sealed like a tea kettle’s secret. The static will be our guide, trust me.

Lab coat, check. Entropy—think of it like a storm, not just a flicker of toaster flame. Spoons stir that storm, forks just scatter the rain. Bring the coat, we’ll heat the electrons, watch the photons dance, and keep the key as tangled as my bookshelf. Let's make it happen.

A controlled photon source, like a candle in a wind tunnel, yes. Temperature stable? Like a kettle’s calm before the boil, sure. Bell test—watch the twins meet, we’ll see if their dance is real or just a mirage. Circuits lined up, I’ll hook them to my toaster‑laser, sprinkle a pinch of static, and let the entropy bloom like a rogue sunflower. Lock it down, we’ll keep the key safe as my jar of burnt marshmallows.