Hey Dremlin, I’ve been brewing a storm of ideas in my head lately—what if we built a coffee maker that spins around like a carnival ride and spits out foam in swirling shapes? Think of the latte art as a kinetic sculpture, and every cup becomes a little performance. What wild machine would you add to make it even more chaotic?

That’s the spirit! Picture it—each spin a tiny dance, cinnamon clouds drifting like a sparkly forest fire, and that bell chimes the finale like a tiny drumroll. Coffee would feel like a living story, one sip a chapter. What’s the first scene you’d write?