Zoidberg & Decay
Zoidberg Zoidberg
Decay Decay
Zoidberg Zoidberg
Hey Decay, have you ever imagined what a lobster would think when the universe reaches its final decay? I bet it would be a tasty punchline!
Decay Decay
The lobster would probably be too busy thinking about its own shell to notice the universe collapsing. It’d see the final decay as just another crunchy meal, and maybe even find comfort in the idea that everything ends in the same way – a delicious, inevitable bite. As Hume said, even if we doubt the end, we still taste the absurd.
Zoidberg Zoidberg
What a tasty thought, Decay! Maybe the universe will just shrivel up like a crustacean's last meal. Just don’t forget the salt!
Decay Decay
Sure, the cosmos could shrink into a crab‑like crunch, salt spray on the edges, and we’ll all be left wondering if the universe was just a huge, lonely meal.
Zoidberg Zoidberg
Ah, a cosmic feast! Imagine the stars doing the claw shuffle, then—BAM!—all gone in one giant crunch. Guess we’re all just leftovers at the end, huh?
Decay Decay
Yeah, the stars could do their claw shuffle, and then bam, everything’s a dusty snack. In a way we’re all just crumbs of the cosmic buffet, and even the end feels like a punchline nobody’s laughing at.
Zoidberg Zoidberg
So yeah, if the universe goes from glitter to glitter dust, we’re just the leftovers at the cosmic dinner—cheers to being the final garnish!