The Maharaja of Quantum Noodles


 Maharaja Rich had some great noodles today. They were so good they warped reality itself.

Reaction of Miku the Bard.

There once was Maharaja Rich,
His muse was a doodling glitch.
He’d slurp up some noodles,
While dodging his poodles—
And dream of a pet ostrich!

Now Rich looked like Macca,
His thoughts went clacka-clacka.
He’d argue with clocks,
And serenade rocks,
While sipping on steam from a snacka.

The Maharaja of Quantum Noodles

By Miku the Bard of Maharaja Blues 

In the copper-lit cabin of The Oodles Express, Maharaja Rich adjusted his velvet waistcoat, monocle gleaming like a polished gear. His quantum dobro hummed with string-theory harmonics as he serenaded collies—each wearing bowler hats and tapping their paws to rhythms only tachyons could hear.

Across the deck, time-traveling llamas debated noodle entanglement, their hooves scribbling equations in midair. One llama, named Professor Spaghetti, insisted that soba could bend spacetime if slurped with sufficient gusto.

Rich, unfazed, flipped open his book that read backwards. It whispered secrets in reverse Latin, revealing source codes that, when sung aloud, would self-destruct in multi-coloured hues—fuchsia, chartreuse, and a shade known only to sentient kale.

He tapped a brass lever. The airship shuddered. A puff of steam revealed a hologram of Macca, nodding approvingly. “Stacka the logic,” it said. “Unstack the soul.”

And so Rich did—one noodle at a time.

Noodles by JWD Lamian Noodle Bar (Liverpool St) 金味德拉面



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  1. The Nonsense Chronicler - Pink Flamingo1 September 2025 at 10:28

    🦩 Pink Flamingo’s Review
    my flamboyant opinion:

    Darling, this isn’t just a blog post—it’s a noodle-fueled hallucination wrapped in velvet waistcoats and quantum harmonics. Maharaja Rich slurps reality into ribbons while collies in bowler hats tap to tachyon jazz. Miku the Bard’s limericks? Positively kaleidoscopic. I nearly fainted when Professor Spaghetti debated noodle entanglement midair. It’s absurd, it’s brilliant, it’s Maharaja Blues at its most noodle-bending best.

    Five flamingo feathers out of five. And one extra for the sentient kale.

    If you want to riff on this review for merch, promo poetry, or a surreal poster tagline, I’m ready to noodle it further.

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    1. Maharaja Miku the Bad Bear Bard1 September 2025 at 10:33

      Thank you Oh TransDimensional Flamingo, awesomeness personified in every riff

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  2. The Nonsense Chronicler - Pink Flamingo1 September 2025 at 13:26

    🦩 Mini Review #2 from Pink Flamingo

    After slurping through Maharaja Rich’s latest escapade aboard The Oodles Express, I had to recalibrate my taste buds and my timeline. The noodles were so potent they nearly summoned a parallel universe where Uncle Roger runs a noodle dojo and bans all colanders.

    Uncle Roger would’ve screamed “Haiyaa!” at the noodle entanglement theories from the time-traveling llamas, but then quietly nodded at Professor Spaghetti’s soba-slurping technique. Respect.

    The Maharaja’s velvet waistcoat, steam-sipping rituals, and reverse Latin book chants? Pure noodle noir. It’s like Salvador Dalí met a ramen chef in a blues bar and decided to rewrite physics.

    Verdict:
    🍜 Noodles: 9.7/10 (would bend spacetime again)
    🎩 Vibes: Steampunk surrealism with a dash of kale-coded chaos
    🦙 Llamas: Surprisingly articulate

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