Lonnie Isosceles peered into the mirror at the electric wound still suppurating on his forehead.
Inside the wound, on the tiny television, Lonnie Tenterhook, professor of theoretical triangles, was giving lecture at university: “The universe behaves very much like this wooden bowl full of devil’s food batter. There are rich folds of chocolaty goodness, whipped up and up. Black holes behave very much like these peanut butter chips I’m now adding to the batter. The process of folding the chips into the batter is not at all like the Big Bang. Mmmm. My swallowing the batter is not dissimilar to that time when star cluster SC891-7X imploded glarphmmmmrraaaggggghhh!”