Logic "The poem's in the dice," I mumbled      as I trudged across the waterfall. "Popcorn is sinking as trees fall      from the sky," He replied. I felt like Magicking the alphabet down      the drain, so I said, "Mudfish      can't tell Wednesday from Yellow." "Yeah," He argued. "Well, oregano's a pencil." "Moria's ubiquity follows," I downplayed. "Spider monkeys!" He interjected,      sniggering in terror. Suddenly a black hole appeared under       our eyes and mashed us into prose.