It’s more like encountering a rare stroke of genius and thinking I’m a literal god until two seconds later when I remember I’m still an idiot and my “genius” actually broke something important . . . again.
Considering this image covers a minuscule sliver of the sky and exclusively shows distant galaxies outside of our own, there probably aren’t too many Klingy Bois hanging about.
In this hypothetical situation, it is where we are requesting an adequate sum of the monies to pay for the required sustenance. Any place may do, but this is the place the responded for an interview. And if my experience is anything to go by, then this is the only place to respond out of hundreds of applications.
But then that one bitch-ass little frenchy jumps ship and falls into the forbidden lands under the seat. And you can see it but can’t quiiite reach it while you swerve through traffic, your greedily disappointed fingers searching hopelessly for the now long lost, deliciously fried and seasoned, crispy potato :(