Scene: A cozy apartment inhabited by a lazy artist and an overly enthusiastic cat.
Artist (slumped on the couch, paintbrush dangling precariously): "You know, Felix, I was just thinking... what if reality is just an elaborate cosmic prank, like when grandma forgets she installed a disco ball in the bathroom?"
Felix (the cat, plotting): "Meow. But what if the cosmic joke is, we're the punchline, and the universe just forgot to write, 'Curtain Falls'?"
Artist: (swags away paint) "Yeah, like we’re all part of a surrealist raid, attacking the mundane life with unexpected color and... cat hair explosions."
> BOOM < The epic collide of thought waves.
Scene Transition to a corporate office with uncanny resemblance to a circus tent.
Employee 1: "Hey, did you hear about the new reality compliance officer they hired? I can't decide if I want to avoid them or ask them for next week's lottery numbers."
Employee 2 (mouthful of cotton candy): "Honestly, I think they just assign people reality roles based on how well you juggle spreadsheets and existential dread."
Employee 1: "So, you're saying if I balance three existential crises at once, I get a promotion?"
> SWISH < The unsought balance of career in the jocund limbo.