
The red car screeched to a stop on the wet street, its headlights dimming as the city skyline twinkled ominously in the distance. A cloaked figure leapt out, having just escaped a galactic tax collector who’d chased her through a wormhole for unpaid dues on her parallel universe parking tickets. The streetlamp flickered, revealing a shimmering rift where the collector—a squid-like bureaucrat with a clipboard—emerged, its tentacles waving furiously. The figure smirked, knowing her getaway was ...