In the grand cosmic dance, we spin and twirl, all the while filling forms in triplicate. Did you forget your orbital ID? Brace for a gravitational audit. And yet, amidst this celestial bureaucracy, a paradox brews: Are we the drivers of the starry labyrinth or merely its bewildered passengers?
Saturn's rings don’t require maintenance, but Jupiter’s moons keep asking for a reconsideration of their tax status. Oh, the irony of asteroid miners chasing comet tails while the black hole remains untapped!