Since time immemorial, humans have looked to the stars for the answers to life’s most troubling perplexities: Are we of any value in a universe so vast? Are we doomed to hurtle through an endless void desperately yearning for meaning that we may never achieve? Is Earth just a blue basketball spinning atop the fingers of a celestial overlord, waiting for the perfect moment to launch us into a black hole? (Are they trying for two points or three?) Is there really a Planet Phlegm or were we bamboozled once before? More importantly, is that where the boogers keep coming from?!
These queries seem large, but you need not fear – the Phlegm Fatales have packed their pockets and readied their rockets to embark on a timeless journey through space and slime. Will you be one of the fortunate few to earn a spot on our cacophonous crew?
If you’ve not yet been convinced, consider these cautionary words from a great prophet:
Up, up, up
Can only go up from here
Up, up
Up where the clouds gonna clear
Up, up
There’s no way but up from here
Are you in?
