Like a ghost passing through fog.
Stirs things up and creates new stars, but it’s like a swarm of bees flying through a pattern of gnats. Very little interaction.
Four billion? Oh, you had me going for a minute there.
I thought you said four million. Whew!
Why don’t savants play the banjo?
They called it the Milkdromada galaxy.,
It doesn’t even sound good for a candy bar, does it?