KopeKiosk™: Psych Vending Services for the Neeedy

Having mastered the art of beverage vending in both the corporate and public sector, the Orville Corporation continues its passion for Automated Convenience with an expansion into assisted psychological wellness services.
  The KopeKiosk™ featuring L’aide-Larvaire will provide public access to dispensed wisdom, emotional pandering, or even a cyber-shoulder to cry on.
  The L’aide-Larvaire digital assistant is more than a basic “Larval Malone” offering simple sweets. This AI-empowered wonder uses a Vibe Check assessment to become your confidante, your kvetch-mate — your oracle — on your journey to wellness.
  KopeKiosk™ prototypes have proven successful in college safe spaces, brunch establishments and low-tier muni golf courses. At present, Orville is developing a KopeKiosk™ mobile phone app (fully complementing their DLT and Hello Planaria™ apps) so mere location will never hinder one’s opportunity to complain, whimper, or be assuaged by sweet nothings.
  Watch out, TikTok!

Menko 26: HOA no Kurema Ojisan

Helluo Vaniloquus (Eurypharynx edax)

Issen no Ban’yū

The Marshaal Plan: Khaladaadka ku Dhawaaqida

Witness Tababaraha Marshaal marshal his Gut Class with lighthearted banter. As coach protégé, he is not burdened with intellectual duress, nor does he impose this weight on his disciples.
  Alas, some in la classe take issue with Marshaal’s cacoepy without the wry humour his études often garner.
  Future valedictorian Saddexagal Morphee was not impressed. He quietly tut-tutted with more annoyance than reproach, but his peers — wise, yet waggish — enjoyed a titter at Marshaal’s daily solecisms.
  We are all inspired by the victories of the World Coach. Tout de même, his gaffes should also be seen as learning opportunities.

Spectare est discere

Manabu Kikai: The Latinate Prospect

Tambureggiamento Gluteo del Picide

Being a mischievous lad, it was natural for the impish imagination of Gass-Boy to conjure a compelling concetto assurdo.
  By visually juxtaposing the saucy stunts of a picoid anthropomorph within a context of bawdy adult horseplay, laughs were easily elicited amongst the furley youth of Wicewudu.
  Of course, in catching wind of this junior waggery, Mrs Nuveti couldn’t resist a performative scolding aimed at the slightest titter.
  No matter. Even the whelps of Wicewudu could smell the cheap grace of neighbourhood melodrama. They laughed at Mrs Nuveti, and laughed some more at Gass-Boy’s colourful ideation.