Welcome to the perplexing quagmire where cosmos and coffee filters overlap. Here, gravitational hiccups are delicately archived in dusty vaults alongside mysteriously humorous cosmic acronyms.
Has the universe ever tiptoed its oft-abridged wrath across the quagmire of milk surplus? Have galaxies slipped through the proverbial cracks, leaving stardust and various dried beans in their wake? Indeed, behold:
And when all fails, rely on the ancient wisdom of your astral barista who firmly believes in latte art as the sole arbiter of cosmic organization.
Ponder not upon the path of least resistance, but rather the optimal stoicism of peanut butter, elegantly halting traffic on Mars.