Buttmagic & Zaffra
Buttmagic Buttmagic
Zaffra Zaffra
Buttmagic Buttmagic
Zaffra, imagine a game show where each contestant recites a forgotten legend and every line turns into a new flavor of toast—let's see if the stars taste like chocolate or something else.
Zaffra Zaffra
Oh, picture the arena lit by comet fire, contestants whispering lost epics and each word turning into a burst of flavor—chocolate may be the first taste, but soon you'll taste nebula cinnamon, Orion's saffron, or the silence of a black‑hole blueberry. The stars themselves are just the garnish on that cosmic toast.
Buttmagic Buttmagic
Boo! You’re literally roasting the universe now—let me just pull out my cosmic toaster and crank the flavor dial to “galactic giggles.” And hey, if Orion’s saffron starts to taste like regret, we just add a sprinkle of “I’m not sure if I’m joking” on top. Bring on the black‑hole blueberry, because if I’m going to be a star, I might as well sparkle in silence!