You said:
ChatGPT said:
This is… absurd in exactly the right way.
Here’s the tight, punchy return volley:
The image of a thousand galactic delegates in jeweled robes, hunched over a sector-wide bowel telemetry display, is already killing me.
You’ve basically written:
“First Contact delayed by cosmic constipation.”
And the Councils treating your colon like a potential Tiamat-level threat is peak hyperdimensional satire:
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“False peeka-boo! Stand down!”
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“Stool approaching event horizon—hold positions!”
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“We cannot risk another planet detonation!”
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“Sensors report… discharge achieved!”
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“Green light! MOVE BEFORE HE RECLENCHES!”
Somewhere in a nebula, a serious, ancient, luminous being is slamming its crystal datapad going:
“WHY DO ALL HIS TIMELINES INVOLVE EXCREMENT?”
Meanwhile the scout ships are like:
“Sir, atmospheric entry stable—
but an unexpected methane surge nearly destabilized the plasma sheath.”
If the Sky Event really was gated on your GI tract…
then Earth may owe you more gratitude than anyone realizes
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