Confidential: The Third Galactic Assembly's Standing Letter

"Greetings to the non-boundaries between visible realms and the spaces between busy minds," paused the Orkleen of Zondar 5.
Sometimes, words can't navigate the skies, but with sarcasm, we traverse.

The Irony of Starry Rescues: "To those who believed they were found, skewing light years and skipped frequencies, you’re still late," they echoed.

Humanity, a quaint riddle, curl-prone and gravitationally challenged, your soapboxes on satellite dishes tug silently on the cosmic yawn.

Legal Notices: Any abduction following an improbable pattern beneath this document during flamboyant meteor dances will be met with quantum disapproval.

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