As the Cosmic Pleasure Police hurtled through the multiverse, their essence crackled with a mixture of mischief and trepidation. They were about to enter a universe so obsessed with perfection, it made a Type A personality look like a slacker on spring break.
"Alright team," Zephyr announced, his voice a blend of determination and barely suppressed glee, "we're diving into a reality that's basically a cosmic neat freak's wet dream. Our mission? To teach this universe how to loosen up and embrace its flaws... for fun."
Casanova, his essence vibrating with excitement, couldn't resist a quip. "So, we're cosmic messmakers now? Talk about a dirty job. I haven't felt this naughty since I taught that pristine nebula how to do the celestial walk of shame."
