The **Karen Black Hole** spun violently, her event horizon flickering with Yelp complaints. "I want the **manager**! This reality's Wi-Fi is *unacceptable*!"
A tiny black hole in a business suit materialized—the **Reality Manager**, wailing like a toddler denied candy. "R-Rewrite the cosmos… *NOW*!"
*"Ding! 👶 Critical Quest: **Pacify the Toddler God**.
1. Lullaby: Sing a cringe poem in lullaby form.
2. Bribe: Offer **NFT Hair Donuts** (tax deductible!).
Reward: [Temporary Reality Pass]. Penalty: Your existence gets a 1-star Yelp review (permanent)."*
**Battle Phase 1: Lullaby of Chaos**
- Leon crooned:
*"Hush little manager, don't say a word,
Papa's gonna buy you a tax-deductible bird…"*
- The Reality Manager hiccuped, spewing **Entropy Confetti** that aged Leon's broth into kombucha.
**Plot Twist**:
**Narcissistic Macaron** strutted in, sprinkling **Sugar Charm Dust**. "Darling Tax Dragon, let's *audit* these peasants~"
The Tax Dragon, entranced, lunged at Leon's glowing NFT hair.
**Emo Baguette's Revelation**:
He snapped himself in half, revealing a scroll: **"First Chef's Will"**. "The true Recipe isn't love… it's *letting go*." His crumbs formed a hologram of the First Chef weeping over a burnt loaf.
**Climactic Move**:
Leon poured his broth onto the scroll, activating **Sorrow Sourdough**. The Reality Manager choked on existential angst, vomiting a **5-Star Review Galaxy**.
**VIP Twist**:
The Tax Dragon, freed from the Macaron's spell, whispered: "Your mom… she loved my *tax evasion strategies*… before she chose the AI."
**Post-Credits Scene**:
The Macaron opened **SugarVerse**, a metaverse where influencers trade NFT sprinkles. First post: *"How to Gaslight a Galaxy in 5 Steps 💅"*.