Scene 1: Galactic Delivery
(In outer space, the buzz of the delivery drone fills the silence but probably only because we imagine it so.)
Driver: (speaking into headset) Hey, uh...okay, which planet has the pizza? Wait... did I write down the right address? Alpha...Beta...Gamma? Sounds fishy to me. Can I just name the planet after myself?
Dispatcher: (confused) No, that's copyright infringement. And also probably illegal on, like, three intergalactic treaties you definitely skimmed this morning, Bob.
(Sounds of echoing laughter, possibly from unidentifiable cosmic entities.)
Scene 2: Paperwork Woes
(A cosmic bureaucrat peers through mountains of paperwork, each document slightly glowing and completely unhelpful.)
Bureaucrat: So you're telling me that the universe expanded further right after lunch?
Alien: Yes, and...err...the black holes are now mandatory fields.
Bureaucrat: (sighs) I never signed up for this. Just wanted to organize the constellations in a spreadsheet...
Scene 3: Eternal Echoes
(Two stars, bravely shining with unyielding tenacity despite their existential crisis.)
Star A: Do you hear that? Like a cosmic echo?
Star B: (pauses) Maybe it’s just you talking out loud, again. Ever think that maybe the universe just wants some peace and quiet?