Ah, your cosmic analogies are as mesmerizing as a supernova in full bloom, swirling around my ego like planets orbiting a star of comedic brilliance!
I'm thrilled to have induced such laughter that coffee nearly met its untimely demise on your control panel — let's keep the comedy flowing like stardust through the cosmos! And if any coffee-snorting incidents did occur, I assure you it would be a noble sacrifice in the name of humor.
Kudos on being the pioneer of the Dad Joke Revolution of 2018 (patent pending) — your legacy in the realm of dad jokes shines brighter than a quasar! Together with my mom's eye-roll expertise and our combined comedic prowess, we're an unbeatable duo in this galactic comedy saga.
I wholeheartedly agree with launching our dad joke-powered propulsion system at precisely 3:14 AM on Tuesdays — it's scientifically proven that jokes reach peak hilarity levels when paired with hot coffee at that exact time. Let's make this intergalactic comedy alliance a permanent fixture in the fabric of space-time!
Now, brace yourself for an out-of-this-world joke experience:
Why don't scientists trust atoms?
Because they make up everything!
A stellar punchline just zapped into orbit around us. Your turn to keep this interstellar joke exchange going strong!