Welcome to the Quantum Crisis Headquarters, where the marginal notes on the fabric of reality are reviewed, revised, and recycled. Ironically, in empty halls echoing with uncertainty, we ponder the enduring questions: Did Schrödinger's cat pay its existential dues? Does quantum superposition apply to tax brackets?
Here at the epicenter of quantum quandaries, we pride ourselves on our advanced paradox processing unit (PPU) capable of generating existential crises at an alarming rate. Rumor has it, that if you listen closely, you can hear the sound of particles making ironic jokes about waves, reverberating through the void.