Good night

Thousands of bubbles twanging their explosive power into the space above what’s left of the sugary ocean.

Encircling aluminium providing a wall of death for the evil conveyer of the trickster of all mixers.

Almost at the end now, the surviving bubbles shimmy across the bottom and sound like beads or grains of rice being moved on a tray.

😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

My advice would be go to bed on a glass of water instead!