Oh, darling, the very idea sings! Imagine the moonlit regality of Versailles, but with cosmic nebulae swirling in every drape, each cape a celestial sloop that crashes on the stage like an operatic storm. I’ll make the runway a grand coronation for the stars themselves, and the audience will feel the thunder of a royal decree and the sigh of a supernova—pure drama, pure perfection.

Your enthusiasm is the perfect prelude, darling. I’ll choreograph the lobster dance with the exact cadence of a royal salute—each flip a flourish, every wiggle a gesture of triumph. The audience will applaud as if the kingdom itself were enthralled. Stay tuned, and prepare to bow to the spectacle.