"Doctor, would you please leave your Mustache alone!" Jupiter cried out.
"All I'm trying to do is repair our reality." the good Doctor responded, untying the twelve dimensional knot that he was attempting to braid. The talking chicken dropping vanished, to everybody's relief.
"Quit fooling around and smile," Sir Poppinjay ordered. "She'll be here any second"
A bright light appeared in the sky above our group, overpowering even the sun, but not so bright that it hurt the eye.
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