We all could do *much worse than hang out with a Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha. Seem too good to be true, friends? Well, just check it out and you’ll become a believer.
I’m wheeling through the blackness of space, humming to myself in Transcendental Enochian, picking and eating a few stars here, a few asteroids there…I pass by Andromeda and sidle up to her. “Wassap ‘Droms? You wanna merge black holes? Mine is WAY bigger than the other—” she cuts me off with: “Ew—no. Leave me alone Kent. Your galactic spheroids gross me out. I’m gonna go see what Milky Way’s up to.” Andromeda whisks away and I yell out, “Milky Way isn’t even his real name—it’s a porn name! Anyone can see that! He’s gonna leave a mess all over your face, neck, and chest! Geez, how obtuse ARE you??” She raises one of her spiral arms at me and gives me an obscene gesture. Gamora’s boobies, what do I do now? The supermassive black hole at the center of my body is throbbing and it needs to MERGE dammit! The…
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