Void is going crazy

The Cosmic Pleasure Police, fresh from their encounter with the universe's id, now navigated toward a sector rumored to be haunted by spectral anomalies—echoes of desires so profound they had imprinted themselves onto the fabric of space-time. The tales told of a star system where the deep-space miners had vanished, leaving behind only their longing and lust, woven into the cosmos like a fine but darkly twisted tapestry.

"Looks like we're ghost hunting," Jim quipped, his tone light but his eyes scanning the star charts with a hint of trepidation. "But instead of spirits, we're tracking down horny phantoms. This job never gets boring, huh?"

Casanova laughed, his voice filled with a thrill at the prospect. "Ghostly desires? Sounds like my kind of haunt. Maybe we'll uncover some cosmic kinks that even I haven't dreamed of."