The Multiverse is F'd, Y'all; Wednesday, Second Period [11/22].

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"I'm gonna be honest with you guys," said Summer, leaning against the desk as per usual at the start of the class with a little bit of a shrug, "this week's class isn't going to be focused too much on how fuck-y the multiverse could get, but it'll be another one just looking at the diversity of the multiverse, in a way that definitely doesn't have anything to do with me being too lazy to put anything else together right now. Look, it's been a rough month, and sometimes, you just gotta take a trip on over to Blips and Chitz for a class, because why the fuck not?

"What is Blips and Chitz, you may ask?" she continued. "It's pretty much my universe's answer to Dave & Buster's in space, so a giant, sometimes planet-covering arcade filled with all sorts of games, prizes, food and booze. It's a class, so I suggest you avoid the booze, but I've got cards loaded with credits for you guys so you can play whatever you want an experience a vast array of media that maybe be just slightly similar to something in your own dimensions but just a little different, while being around a lot of different aliens from all across my galaxy.

"If there aren't any questions before we go, I'll pull up the portal and we'll just go have some fun for a bit and, I don't know, just to make things feel a little more class-like, try to, like, think about how even in the infinity of space, big loud consumerism is still a driving force and blah blah blah capitalism, or something. Or how some of us were kids this weekend, and this is a place where you don't have to be a physical child to tap into that childhood nostalgia or love of games and fun. I don't know. It's a space arcade field trip, it doesn't have to be that deep, but your assignment today is to pretend that it is."

Rube Goldberg and You, Wednesday, November 22, 2023

[meepmeepmeep]

Should Beaker have been left alone to watch vintage television? Eh, maybe. Should he have been allowed to rent a helicopter and recruit two dozen Muppet chickens and a turkey wearing sunglasses?

Definitely not.

So, class, that was what you were facing on the top of the cliffs: your teacher meeping loudly over the sound of the helicopter rotors to explain how the chickens would leap magistically out of the helicopter at the appointed moment while singing "It's Thanksgiving", the...somethingest song about Thanksgiving ever. (Can't be hateful, gotta be grateful).

Surely this will end better than the one in fake Cincinnati, right?