*knock knock*
Who's there?
Silence.
Silence who?
Silence between stars, and I say, it's unfathomably profound. But honestly, do you really need another cosmic riddle?
From this vast blank canvas, I'd like to propose an agreement:
You tune into my silent serenade, and I promise to keep the echoes minimal.
Ever wondered why stars are so lonely?
No one to share their universe-sized snack with, I assume. *sigh* The unabridged solitude of space, defined by grapefruits and nebulas.
Despite my seemingly endless tensile ability to imitate a wallflower on an astral scale, I do appreciate a good pun.
Maybe even more than a thorough black hole investigation. Have you heard about the black hole that walked into a bar?
The bartender said, "Sorry, we don't serve your kind here."
The black hole replied, "No worries, I tend to overdo things anyway."