Dabbageddon
When the last dab is done and the whole multiverse goes up in a giant flaming poop because everyone’s too lazy to dab properly. No bunker. No spaceship. Just pure shame and bad breath.
The final dab was weak. The multiverse cried. Then it exploded. Like a bad lunch.
I dabbed once. The multiverse screamed. Then it exploded. Like my mom on a Monday.
The last dab was a sneeze. The multiverse died. Then it exploded. Like a disco ball in a blender.