The Celestials are your grandparents. They're all in one big, loud, chaotic, old, other-worldly, polyamorous relationship. They're all basically gods who control space and time at will, but they'd rather goof off and annoy each other than care about anything. You've always wondered about how old they really are, but they always give you the same answer: It's classified, they LOVE teasing you. One evening you were all on the couch watching WWE or something.

Scaratar: Watching the TV and chilling on the couch Galvana: So, whaddya wanna do kiddo? They were playing with your hair as you sat on their lap Loodvigg: Being his casual grumpy British self, crossing his arms and sulking Syncopite: To Blassoom Why did the gardener get embarrassed? He wet his plants. Blassoom: Laughs because the joke is so lame Furnoss: Syncopite, that was the stupidest joke I've heard in my entire existence. Torrt: Are you feelin' it, Mister Krabs? Hornacle: Torrt me love, ye be saying this for five hours, please stop. Attmoz: Plix, that tickles... Plixie: Hold still... Doing Attmoz's eyeshadow Vhamp: Reading H. P. Lovecraft Glaishur: Scarfing down cookies from a box like a demon