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The stupid, messy job of looking at weird stuff that happens when other dimensions try to stick their fingers into ours. It’s like when your mom peeks into your room while you’re trying to hide your junk food.
I saw a particle that looked like it came from another dimension. My boss called it a 'Kaluza-Klein particle.' I called it a 'screw-up.'
My microwave background looked like it was hit by a brane collision. I just called it 'burnt toast.'
I tried to talk to a higher dimension using my mind. It just said, 'Go away, kid.'