Because prophets of reason, I shall unveil the 6 levels of absurdity, each one a step further down the rabbit hole.
Level 1: 7 - The illogical dance of a cat in a bathtub.
Level 2: 8 - The existential crisis of a sentient toaster.
Level 3: 9 - The infinite regress of a never-ending elevator pitch.
Wherein our feline friend, 10, performs an interpretive routine that defies the laws of physics and good taste.
As a toaster, 11, one is forced to confront the abyss of its own purpose in life.
A never-ending elevator pitch, where our protagonist, 12, tries to convince you of the merits of its product, but never quite gets there.
Watch as our feline friend, 13, performs an intricate ballet of confusion.
Our hapless elevator pitch artist, 14, will never, ever give up trying to sell you on its wares.
Wherein the cat's dance becomes a metaphor for the meaninglessness of life, and the futility of trying to find it.
A never-ending cycle of confusion, where our protagonist, 15, is stuck forever in the abyss of its own ineptitude.
Where the very fabric of reality is torn asunder by the sheer force of absurdity.