As the Cosmic Pleasure Police hurtled towards their next mission, the team couldn't help but ponder the irony of their situation. They, who had spent so much time and energy spreading pleasure across the multiverse, were now tasked with reining it in.
"You know," Casanova mused, his essence now a swirling vortex of charm and terrible innuendos, "I never thought I'd say this, but I'm about to become the biggest cock-block in cosmic history."
Luna, her consciousness spanning galaxies, chuckled. "Consider it a new form of tantric mastery, Casanova. Sometimes the greatest pleasure comes from anticipation."
"Says the woman who once calculated the exact angle and thrust required to achieve simultaneous orgasm across an entire species," Jim muttered, still clutching his cosmic mop like a security blanket.
