As the Cosmic Pleasure Police hurtled towards their next mission, an air of existential confusion settled over the team. They were about to enter a universe aware of its own fictional nature - a cosmic conundrum that threatened to break the fourth wall and possibly the fabric of reality itself.
"Alright, team," Zephyr announced, his voice carrying a mix of determination and bewilderment, "we're about to enter a reality that's having an existential crisis. Our job is to... well, convince an entire universe that it's okay to be a figment of someone's imagination while still maintaining a healthy sex life."
Casanova, his essence swirling with a mixture of excitement and confusion, couldn't resist a quip. "So, we're basically cosmic therapists for a universe with imposter syndrome? Talk about performance anxiety on a universal scale."
