This morning we bumped into a yeast with a chubby little belly and a pizza-delivery cap.

We go, “Girl, what have you been eating, you’re about to pop?”. And she goes, “Sugar, what else? I gobble it up and then I go around doing tiny gassy toots packed with CO₂”. We go, “How classy”. And she goes, “Classy my sparkles, this is compadre style, because thanks to my gases your bread turns fluffy and your pizza comes out with a crust that’ll blow your mind”. We ask, “Aren’t you a bit embarrassed?”. And she goes, “You know what’s actually embarrassing? Bad bread”.

Magikito moral: some gases are pure drama… and others are pure progress. If something inside you is “puffing up” today, maybe it’s trying to grow.