“I think, with all the brown and the gas cells, it looks like a loaf of bread,” said SA-1.
“Bread is not made of high-pressure sulfuric acid made by a runaway greenhouse effect,” said SA-2. “It is an obsolete, if artisan, form of sustenance.”
“But imagine if you were on the surface,” countered SA-3. “It would look like…a bread sky. Or something.”
“Again, this is a toxic, high-pressure world with a surface pressure and temperature that leads to rivers of liquid lead and corrosive rains,” said SA-2.
“Ha!” laughed SA-1. “But imagine if you could land there and look up at that bread sky. Before you were crushed and melted.”
“Baked and sliced,” offered SA-3.
“Buttered and toasted,” SA-1 replied.
“Enough!” SA-2 barked. “It needs a designation other than M2859271b.”
“Call it Breadworld,” snickered SA-3.
“Yeah,” SA-1 said. “It’s the yeast we can do.
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