As the Cosmic Pleasure Police hurtled towards their next mission, the team found themselves in a state of anticipation that would have made their recently educated universe proud. They were about to embark on their most delicate mission yet: bringing balance to a reality split between utter repression and unbridled hedonism.
"You know," Casanova mused, his essence now a swirling vortex of charm and questionable metaphors, "this is like trying to get a nun and a stripper to agree on appropriate workplace attire."
Luna, her consciousness spanning galaxies, chuckled. "More like trying to merge a monastery with a brothel. The cultural clash alone is going to be fascinating to observe."
"Great," Jim grumbled, his cosmic mop at the ready. "So we're basically universal marriage counselors now. Do we get to throw cosmic cold water on them if they can't behave?"
