Nostr, Mastodon, Bluesky ooze into a bar, walls pulsing like neon jellyfish. The bartender, a QR code with googly eyes, slurps them into a fractal vortex where drinks are screaming mandalas. Nostr’s fizz is a blockchain banshee, shrieking in 4D. Mastodon’s brew, a herd of pixelated trunks blasting binary polka. Bluesky’s spritz, a nebula that giggles quantum limericks. They clink, and the bar melts into a toaster tap-dancing with a sentient waffle, both chanting in tongues of molten emoji. No bar—just a kaleidoscope of cackling voids, each sipping its own tail.