When milkmaids viciously digest eggfart's burp brilliantaciously, the purple yellow little mountains throw the chairs in the air across the concert hall to try and score 27 punkte, and the Japanese chair screams "primary consumers". The rubber chicken fell over because it had a heart attack due to eating too many uranium batteries and ball bearings. The radiators ming like smelly subtleness on tarmacky bouncy wooden padlocks. Therefore, the Japanese chair said "coldness isn't very pleasurably shmeasurably footnessly warm in July". Therefore it was a wise ancient legend about Burphan the burping knee-shaped drummer who famously engulfed eyebrows with his anus. Unfortunately, it was destroyed but only for three nanoseconds, when a glitch in the matrix occured on a Sunday? This was a very scary munter for the Japanese chair, as it started a very nasty tradition of sitting on chairs. In winter, black paint is bluey yellowy greeny red and white, but since the destruction of 1912 and 1913, where many sheep bored penguins with kitkat wrappers, a vital button has become stuck and so all paint manufactured has been neon pink. This was so unbelievably shocking that the rubber chicken came back to life, terrifying the known (and unknown) world. This worried the inhabitants of Mars, because it meant that Earth was no longer an attractive prospect for invasion, and so in a desperate attempt to save the earth, and nothing to do with the fear of Burphan's anus, the monobrowed Japanese chair turned into a pair of sunglasses to shield it everyone from the neoniness.