Picture a chubby man with a pig's head, gleefully surfing through the cosmos on a jagged piece of space debris. He weaves past dazzling stars, their light glinting off his snout, while vibrant nebulae—swirls of pink, purple, and blue—bloom in the distance like cosmic cotton candy. Planets, some ringed, others rocky and cratered, loom as he zips by, his makeshift board cutting through the void. Maybe he’s grinning, tusks gleaming, as he rides the gravitational waves of a nearby black hole, the ultimate intergalactic thrill.