flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
This is what happens when he spends too much time at Manic Pixie Otter’s . . . den? burrow? space station? I’m going to go with den.
In case you’re wondering, your new necklace is made of Froot Loops and macaroni. neatly combining messiness and inedibility. Also, he didn’t realize it was supposed to be uncooked macaroni, so your necklace is a touch squishy.