In a universe slouching towards entropy — complete with cats that bark and gravity that winks out on Wednesdays — our hero, Interstellar Joe, embarks.
Rumor has it that the intergalactic bus fare is equivalent to two snickers and a respectful bow towards Quantum Mechanics Theory.
Joe found himself on Radish-9, a world where the sun shines green, and the local fauna includes fruit-flavored whispers. "Where from art thou," the tree asked, its branches forming curious constellations. Joe, being a man of few words and maximal hunger, simply nodded and pointed towards an enticing half-baked aroma swirling in the breeze.
Indeed, Radish-9 was not just a realm of baked goods but also a hotspot for cosmic commerce. Brokers selling time shares in perpetuity, engaged citizens in paradoxical contracts, and the occasional deft shuffle of quanta was just Tuesday evening casual. "Invest in your future not being's present," a sign read. Yet, no one seemed to know whose beeper that was.
It was at the Cookie Cavern, wondrously illuminated by flickering stars and ancient baking tins, where Joe found solace. The cookie radiated so much joy, even Mrs. Quantum Cat sat still for once. Legends say this cookie could decipher the entirety of loaf-based existences, but in Joe's hands, it became splendorous snack in a quest for breakfast enlightenment.
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