Une poêle sur une plage avec des bras et des jambes

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Cut!

i kept repeating this shot...
i asked my imaginary chief operator Micheline again and again for a simple plan of a frying pan on a beach with arms and legs.
Micheline is Micheline, she has her secrets.
i prompt her here, i prompt her there?
Micheline, my dear Micheline, always full of surprises.
it's impossible to understand why she has an weakness for legs. maybe she secretly dreams of being a dancer...
i want a frying pan on a beach with arms and legs, and i have a parade of legs and feet. does Micheline think the arms are just misplaced legs?
and how could the legs be on top when they're supposed to be underneath ...
the absence of arms is particularly intriguing. could our frying pan have decided that arms were superfluous for a day at the beach?
and what happened to the frying pan itself? it seems that our kitchen utensil has managed to become completely invisible, leaving only these mysterious legs as a trace of its existence.
this unexpected interpretation prompts us to reflect: what really defines a frying pan? is it its form, its function, or simply our idea of it?

i tried one last time...
but Micheline just can't stand naked bodies.