Rules Were Made to Be Broken

As the Cosmic Pleasure Police hurtled towards their next mission, an air of mischievous anticipation settled over the team. They were about to enter a universe so obsessed with following rules, it made a Catholic school nun look like a rebellious teenager.

"Alright, team," Zephyr announced, his voice carrying a mix of determination and sly amusement, "we're about to enter a reality that's basically a cosmic stick-in-the-mud. Our job is to... well, loosen things up a bit."

Casanova, his essence practically vibrating with excitement, couldn't resist a quip. "So, we're basically cosmic delinquents for an entire reality? Talk about a rebellious phase. I haven't felt this naughty since I taught that prudish nebula how to swirl seductively."