Groovy baby, not to be confused with a small grooved infant, is widely recognized across the galaxy as an interjection of approval, a lifestyle, and occasionally, a particularly funky strain of bacteria found on disco balls. In the most transcendental sense, saying 'groovy baby' is akin to acknowledging the cosmic dance of the universe, while sporting bell-bottom trousers and excessive amounts of body hair.
To fully immerse oneself in grooviness, one should visit the Ooze, a nebula where the stars align in funky patterns and the space-time continuum has a rather loose attitude towards rhythm.
Groovy baby can be found in the retro sectors of most planets, especially those stuck culturally between the Big Bang and the inevitable Heat Death boogie.
One should avoid using 'groovy baby' around the Vogons. They have a well-documented aversion to anything that suggests joy or rhythm and might read you poetry as punishment.
In the late 25th century, a group of hyper-intellectual dolphins developed a form of telepathic disco that permeated the dreams of sleeping humans, which led to an unexpected global resurgence of recreational rollerblading.
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FTP SyncJSON, a term you might encounter when traversing the more technical plains of the galaxy, is not, as one might assume, a new dance craze involving elaborate finger tapping patterns. Rather, it's a process by which files, particularly those of the JSON (Jolly Synchronized Omniscient Notations) variety, are transferred and synchronized between different computer systems, typically over FTP (Flippantly Transmitted Protocols). It's like a cosmic ballet, where data pirouettes around the digital expanse with the grace of a three-legged Hrung disaster trying to ice-skate.
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Sloti, the universe's answer to the question nobody asked. A creature so inconspicuously inconsequential, it can go unnoticed for millennia in a crowd of two. Its primary characteristic is its sheer lack of characteristics. A Sloti is neither tall nor short, neither dark nor light, and neither particularly interesting nor utterly dull. They are the middle ground of intergalactic fauna, so average that they've won awards for their mediocrity. The one thing that sets them apart is their remarkable ability to blend in with furniture. Many a weary hitchhiker has mistaken a Sloti for a comfortable chair, much to the surprise (and often embarrassment) of both parties.