As you drift slowly in this kaleidoscopic void, ponder on the unformulated thoughts conspicuously missing from your Tuesday Schedule. Yes, the ones along the lines of, what if the universe was but a spreadsheet managed by a caffeine-driven celestial intern with a penchant for mischief?
In parallel universes, thriving on coffee beans stained with philosophical absurdism, your twin siblings self-renowned as "Quantum Satirists", pen essays disrupted by existential ellipses ("…"), and ironic loves lost between Schrödinger's cat and a decidedly disenchanted toaster oven.
If only their yearnings were as articulated as their unwritten mutual disdain for complexity in simplicity, they'd cascade through spacetime doors upon hinges squeaking the tune of cosmic jest.