As the Cosmic Pleasure Police hurtled through the multiversal expanse, leaving a trail of satisfied realities in their wake, they couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in their work. They had liberated countless beings from the shackles of repression, introduced entire universes to the joys of physical and emotional pleasure, and even managed to teach a race of hyper-intelligent shades of blue the concept of "blue balls."
"You know," Casanova mused, his essence now a swirling vortex of pure charisma and terrible puns, "I never thought I'd say this, but I'm starting to feel a little... oversexed."
Luna, her consciousness now spanning entire galactic superclusters, raised an eyebrow (or whatever the cosmic equivalent was). "You? Oversexed? I never thought I'd hear those words come out of your mouth... or whatever you're using to communicate these days."
