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.