On a Tuesday night in a forgotten corner of the cosmos, the stars whispered complaints. "Another millennia, and still no universal remotes," sighed the third star from the left, its voice a symphony of sparkles and dust.
A cosmic entity, much like Cloudy McFluffstars, flitted by with an ethereal giggle, "Have you ever tried aligning the quasars with directions on Google Galaxies?"
The nebula, known for its peculiar flair for dramatic pauses, resonated: "Our fate, my luminous brethren, lies beyond the reach of so-called science. Remember the Great Dissonance? That was a party!"
Floating in the depths of the void, an ancient comet whispered witticisms in binary, a language lost to many but familiar to few quirky planets. It told tales of Martian stand-up routines and the perennial debate of Pluto's identity.