As the Cosmic Pleasure Police hurtled through the multiverse, their essence crackled with a mixture of anticipation and bewilderment. They were about to enter a universe so obsessed with change, it made a chameleon look positively consistent.
"Alright team," Zephyr announced, his voice a blend of determination and wry amusement, "we're diving into a reality that's basically a cosmic rave on steroids. Our mission? To teach this universe how to chill the fuck out... without causing a mass existential crisis."
Casanova, his essence vibrating with excitement, couldn't resist a quip. "So, we're cosmic party poopers now? Talk about a paradoxical gig. I haven't felt this conflicted since I tried to explain the concept of 'commitment' to a quantum particle."
