They say never meet your heroes, especially not after destroying their statue, inadvertently helping them become famous. The year was 1869, and we were in an underground bar in Victorian London, pondering the philosophical implications of tea and its staggering amount of time travel potential when spilled.
Fast forward to the 22nd century's deep space barbecue, and the hot dog
quantum entanglement incident is still under investigations.
Our claim? It was all a misunderstanding involving mustard and a
questionable (yet entirely amusing) debate about the correct hot dog fold.
Believe it or not, all species can unite over a meaty conundrum.
A notable entry in our chronicles of confusion is the time when a wayward flux capacitor soiree led to a dance-off with ancient gods. Let it be known, Triton does not appreciate sand in his flute.