Casanova, his essence flickering with a mixture of excitement and existential dread, couldn't resist a quip. "Ah, nothing like a little apocalyptic anxiety to spice up one's sex life. I once dated a doomsday prepper who could only get off while imagining the end times. Made for some interesting role-play scenarios, let me tell you."
Luna, her sensors working overtime to process the bizarre energies surrounding them, chimed in. "The readings I'm getting are off the charts. It's as if the very fabric of reality is... pulsating with one final surge of pleasure before oblivion."
Jim, who had long since given up on trying to maintain any semblance of normalcy, grumbled, "Great. So now we're not just cosmic sex therapists, we're also end-of-the-universe party planners. Anyone know how to perform CPR on a dying reality?"
