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A gas station attendant was taking a smoke break one day when she heard the sky rip in half. Startled, she looked up and watched in horror as the one-eyed pyramid argued with the many-eyed old man.
“Dammit, Stanford!” the pyramid snapped. “You never let me have any fun!”
“We’re not taking over this universe!” the old man countered. “We’re spread out too thin as it is.”
“Oh, sure, that’s totally the real reason you’re objecting.”
“What, am I only now too altruistic for you?”
“You’ve certainly been nagging a hell of a lot more lately,” the pyramid replied cattily.
“Well, maybe I feel like I have a right to!” said the old man. “After what you did to Stanley—”
“Oh my god, would you just let that go? You didn’t even like him that much! Why are you always on my case about it?”
“Because he was family, Bill.”
“Ugh, don’t get me started on that,” said the pyramid. “Family’s just another way for assholes to control what you— Hey, where ya going? Sixer, come back!” The pyramid followed him through the hole in the sky. It closed up behind them.
The attendant blinked. “My supervisor’ll never believe this.”