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I sat and stared at my breakfast – a cinnamon raisin English muffin topped with a generous coating of peanut butter. The roundish muffin was a flying saucer, destined to be destroyed in the unmerciful black hole of my mouth. Breakfast and body are universe and mode of transportation through it. The jar in which the peanut butter came from is now a long lost moon, belonging to a planet hundreds of light years away. The peanut butter is, in fact, no other than the debilitating moon-goo acquired from a previous encounter with the mysterious and elusive moon. This particular strain of moon-goo is extremely damaging to a space craft’s exterior, rendering it quite soggy. Consequentially this rare substance has caused a malfunction in the saucer’s mechanical operations, which has been the reason for its accidental navigation into the black hole.