"Did you hear the moon plans to retire?" Alice said, peering through the fractured glass.
Bob looked up, adjusting his defying-gravity hat, "Why now? It's got more craters than I do excuses."
"I thought bubbles were supposed to burst," Clara remarked, watching her translucent orb snack on existentialism.
Steve, balancing a teacup on his nose, shrugged, "Maybe they're just on a growth spurt."
"Time machines should really be less temperamental," Gina lamented as her watch ticked backwards.
Her companion, a cat with impractical ambitions, purred, "Or maybe just take longer coffee breaks."