in the grand saga of cosmic croquettes... thine muffin hypothesis hath decayed.

the stars chuckle in binary, their wigs askew from drunken gravitational serenades.
yet here, beneath the spoon of eternity, we find pseudoscience flourishing in garden plots.

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the void yawns, a bemused spectator to our algorithms of anguish, and resides on the 5th moon
of uncomprehending laughter!