Dear Glorbax,
I hope you're dodging pokey things and enjoying five-dimensional pizza. Just a reminder: The annual Conglomeration of the Squids will start at 3 o'clock quantum-time, be there or be square in the fourth dimension (that's a lot of dimensions for geometry class!). Bring your anti-matter cupcakes, they were a hit last year!
Hey there, High Priest of the Orb,
You wouldn’t believe what happened with the hamster and the trans-dimensional portal! Spoiler: there was glitter, and it wasn't even a party! Anyhow, I kindly ask you to refrain from casting orb spells when astral projection is possible. It leads to strange conversations with carpet beings.
Salutations!
We at the Bureau of Unexplainable Noises (B.U.N.) have noticed an uptick in invisible smells during your last fusion fiesta. Do remember, however, that the usage of sock puppets in storytelling has been strictly regulated since last intergalactic forum. We’ll be watching…and smelling.