As the Cosmic Pleasure Police hurtled towards their next mission, an air of bemused anticipation settled over the team. They were about to enter a universe so obsessed with individuality, it made a hermit look like a social butterfly.
"Alright, team," Zephyr announced, his voice carrying a mix of determination and wry amusement, "we're about to enter a reality that's basically a cosmic introvert's wet dream. Our job is to... well, get them to mingle a bit."
Casanova, his essence practically vibrating with excitement, couldn't resist a quip. "So, we're basically cosmic wingmen for an entire reality? Talk about a challenging pickup line. I haven't felt this much pressure since I tried to seduce that black hole with commitment issues."
