Fwphp, or Fluffy Wombat Photonic Holography Projector, is an inexplicably obscure technology invented by the Lesser Magellanic Cloud's eccentric genius, Pantalaimon Q. Wombal. This device is heralded as the ultimate solution for travelers in desperate need of projecting images of wombats to distract overly chatty spaceport bar patrons. It's said that when activated, the Fwphp emits a stream of photons arranged in the shape of an adorable wombat, accompanied by a soothing narration on the merits of fiber in an herbivore's diet.
Should you find yourself in possession of a Fwphp, refrain from using it at intergalactic customs. Officials fail to see the humor in holographic marsupials obstructing their paperwork.
Fwphps are exclusively sold at the trendy boutique 'Quantum Quokka', located on the less reputable side of Betelgeuse Five's shopping district. Look for the sign with a neon quokka winking salaciously.
Avoid uttering the phrase 'wombat's whiskers' while operating the device, as it tends to trigger a hidden Easter egg: a three-hour lecture on the reproductive habits of the Greater Bilby. Fascinating, but rarely convenient.
It is a well-documented fact that the Fwphp was initially a failed experiment in creating an inter-species translator. It was only when a disgruntled Wombal kicked the prototype that it projected its first holographic wombat, thus finding its true calling.
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