PASTA ALIGNMENT

overture: berkeley rooftop, 2am, one sad mozzarella orb 🌕🧀 (╥﹏╥)

you: “ciao… so, p(doom)?” 🤌( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)🤌
partygoer: “like… probability of WHAT?” (・_・;)🍷

you, ascending onto the couch:
“of the machine taking mamma mia awayyyy” 🎼ヽ(ಢ_ಢ)ﾉ🤖

chorus of rationalists:
“bayes! bayes! update the vibes!” 📊(ﾉಥ益ಥ)ﾉ

bartender: “sir this is a housewarming” (￣▽￣;)🍸
you: “exactly. the house is warming.” 🔥(☉_☉)🔥

everyone screaming: “NOOOOOOO” (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
you, stirring aperol spritz: “p(doom) = 0.73… but the pasta is al dente” 🍝(˘︶˘)🤌

final aria:
“la macchina may kill us all—
but first, who brought the focacciaaa” 🎻(ﾉ≧∀≦)ﾉ 🥖