Zach crooned a tender falsetto version of "Toxic" by Britney Spears, but rewrote it as "Therapeutic"—and somehow rhymed "dysregulation" with "emotional inflation." Shen tried to join in with a triangle and a dream, but was escorted off-stage by the Capybara, who simply pointed to a sign that read: "Intention ≠ Execution."
The Tapas Sanctuary became a battleground of the spirit. Lights flickered like commitment issues. Someone accidentally activated the fog machine again—only this time, it whispered gentle affirmations in French.
"Tu es suffisant… même sans closure."
Amid the chaos, Ava took a deep breath and picked up the mic.
Silence fell.
Even Carl—DJ EMOTIONAL RECKONING, destroyer of shallow arcs—paused mid-spin.
Ava sang.
A slowed-down acoustic rendition of Unwritten, but changed the chorus to:
> "I am the brunch,
The brunch is me,
Setting boundaries with dignity—
I'm not your lesson,
I'm not your prize,
I am the gluten-free truth in disguise."
