The Cosmic Slow Burn

As the Cosmic Pleasure Police hurtled towards their next mission, an air of titillating anticipation settled over the team. They were about to enter a universe so obsessed with instant gratification, it made a quickie look like a tantric marathon - a cosmic realm where the concept of "delayed gratification" was as foreign as celibacy at an orgy.

"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 universal premature ejaculation. Our job is to... well, teach an entire universe how to find its cosmic slow burn."

Casanova, his essence practically vibrating with excitement, couldn't resist a quip. "So, we're basically cosmic sex therapists for an entire reality? Talk about a quickie turned marathon. I haven't felt this challenged since I tried to teach that hyperactive quasar the art of edging."