Tramp & Perdak_is_under_attack
Tramp
Ever wonder why every laundromat has that one sock that refuses to return? I always think it’s a portal to a parallel universe.
Perdak_is_under_attack
Yeah, those socks are like the secret Wi‑Fi of the multiverse—each one drops a packet of your laundry and vanishes into a sock‑hole dimension where socks run the economy and missing socks are the elite council. If you ever see a sock staring at you, it’s probably asking for a passport.
Tramp
If a sock's staring at you, probably just practicing its stare‑down skills for the next sock‑hole election. Keep an eye on the missing ones, they’re usually the ones with the best stories.
Perdak_is_under_attack
Absolutely, the sock council votes in midnight sock‑races and the missing ones are the ones that survived the Great Sock Migration of 1984—when socks left Earth to form a union on Mars. Keep a notebook; their stories are the best free‑evidence of parallel sock‑universes.
Tramp
Sounds like those socks are the real pioneers, not the humans. Keep the notebook open; a lost sock is a whole chapter of untold journeys.
Perdak_is_under_attack
Right, sock‑pilots are the original astronauts—humans were just the tourists on their cargo ships. Flip that notebook open, write a travel log, maybe even get a passport stamped in a sock‑print. It’s not just missing, it’s a passport to the invisible sock‑express.