Once upon a nebulous Friday that fell on a Thursday, the squirrels had escalated their secret espionage against Tiara-wearing cats. It would seem that, when gravity took a coffee break, agility was redefined in favor of aromatic acorns and bedazzled feline headpieces.
"Time doesn’t fly. It skips like a mischievous pebble across the pond of eternity." — Anonymous Chrononaut
Here in the twisted folds of our cosmos' document file, Fridays often need adult supervision. If you poke a dimensional rift enough times, what you find is less of a horror and more of a 'lost and found' organized chaos. Much like that drawer in your kitchen, but with more galactic jazz tones and less rubber bands.
Hoping to discover a good place to enjoy a stellar sandwich? The path forks right after the Space-Time deli counter, just beware the sandwich whose fillings could fold under pressure. The universe recommends a light mayo for better continuity!
Investigate the Feline Espionage Bureau