"Report to the King! The Little Prince is Using the Star Almanac as a Bookmark for Comics Again"

"Afternoon tea time!" The little prince, resembling the stars, collapsed onto the cushion with a fluidity like a fish just pulled ashore. He opened the Star Almanac, touted as 'the thickest in the universe,' but in reality, the latest issue of a shonen manga was already secretly tucked inside. He propped his chin with one hand, striking a pose he thought was cool and haughty with a wink towards the camera (though there wasn't one), attempting to display royal dignity. However, the little robot beside him was completely uncooperative, its screen instantly flashing a large 'XD' and '(dumbfounded)' emoticon, accompanied by the merciless alarm: 'Beep beep—Narcissism index detected exceeding limit.' "Hey, be quiet! I'm having a deep spiritual communication with the shooting stars!" the little prince retorted, hastily covering the glowing magic stars in the book with his hand. These were actually 'Galaxy Popcorn' he had just heated in the microwave, now emitting an alluring caramel aroma. Outside the window, a meteor shower was wildly making its presence known, streaking across the night sky like the universe setting off free fireworks. In this precious, lazy afternoon, there were no nagging ministers, no calculus homework to finish, only a bed full of stardust and endless snacks. The little prince patted his glitter-dusted fingers and thought contentedly: As long as I don't reply, the destruction of the universe has nothing to do with me!