We're getting married

We didn’t meet over coffee or on a typical romantic date. Oh no, we collided in the most flarp-tastic way possible. One of us was mid-cartwheel (for no apparent reason), while the other was perfecting their banana peel juggling routine (don’t ask). Sparks flew, not the romantic kind, but the kind you get when you accidentally rub two balloons together. And that’s when we knew—we were destined for a lifetime of giggles, glitter, and glorious flarpitude.

Once upon a flarp, in a galaxy far, far away (but also kinda close), two creatures of chaos stumbled into each other's lives like two rubber chickens in a room full of bubble wrap. And from that moment, the universe—no, the multiverse—was never the same.