In a corner of the universe where socks match only in parallel dimensions, there lies the grand tapestry of the Cosmic Odyssey—an artisan weave of sunlight and shadow. Stars, stitched with threads of ancient quasars, twinkle in rhythm with the lost car keys of space.
"Did you just try to parallel park a black hole?" mused the comet, hurtling past its fifth rendezvous with the supernova. The question echoed in the astral void, where answers are generally held up by gravity-defying universal immigration paperwork.
Intergalactic web surfers toggle between wormholes like cafeteria workers shuffling through an overripe fruit basket. But amidst galaxies on sale for a sweet cosmic bargain, the final question remains unanswered: "Why did the neutrino cross the event horizon?"