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   Passerby walked up to a pile of destroyed universes.
   "Hmm," muttered Passerby.  "This looks vexing."
    Some of the universes were twisted into other universes.  Some were
   broken into tiny pieces and scattered.  Some were inside out, others
   had reverse time.  It was an apocalypse of meta-apocalypses.
   And over there was Passerby's very own universe, and there they were
   inside it.  Their peacetime had apparently gotten tangled.  Some of
   their historical events were twisted up into their present physical
   spaces.  New timelines were spawning left and right as their poor
   physical laws tried to act on the situation.
   Passerby was pretty excited to get back into their universe and tell
   their friends about all the other universes they had discovered in the
   pile of destroyed ones.  And to that, all they had to do was fix
   everything!
   Passerby thought about it with confidence and satisfaction, and dived
   in!
   Over here were a few hypercubic lightyears of tangled hells that had
   were squashing some precious heavenly moments.  Mph!  Passerby lifted
   them and shoved them off into a different dimension.
   Over there were more hypercubic lightyears of crucial knowledge and
   history, all broken and scattered everywhere from apocalypse that had
   been spreading from the hells.  Passerby excitedly rushed around,
   gathered them up, got to know each and every one of them and quickly
   brought them all where they went.
   Soon other people came forth from the harmonised and reunited universe
   parts, and began helping Passerby out in droves.
   "One!  Two!  One!  Two!" could be heard echoing across the sideways as
   a throng of angels and college professors shoved fragmented physical
   laws holding buildings and planets back together.
   In another corner, ancient stars and galaxies were pensively beaming as
   they shoved their orbits back in place, and Passerby worked with
   astrologers, astronomers, dreamers, and physicists to right all the
   databases, studies, and other associated public and historical parts.
   While they were working hard, some angels, animals, and politicians
   could be seen guiding and pushing bright timematter into place, and
   software developers, businessmen, activists began organising for the
   problems to practically right themselves on their own.
   Passerby sat back, a hardworking felon to their left, a mystical avatar
   to their right, and everyone smiled smugly.  The universes were fixed!
   They popped back into theirs and resumed their life.