Deep within the labyrinthine corridors of the Neo-Brutalist headquarters, a team of highly caffeinated researchers huddled around a whiteboard, furiously scribbling equations and pouring over dusty tomes of ancient knowledge. Their quest: to distill the essence of chaos theory into a series of concise, easily digestible subsubprinciples.
We've all heard it: the flapping of a butterfly's wings can set off a chain reaction of catastrophic events. But let's be real, folks. It's just a fancy way of saying 'I'm too lazy to do real science.'
Research suggests that, in reality, it's not the delicate fluttering of butterflies that sets the world ablaze, but rather the incessant fluttering of moths, driven mad by the flickering lights of our collective existential dread.