Trans-Dimensional Tribunal
| Aspect | Detail |
|---|---|
| Established | Tuesdays, roughly 2:37 PM, during the Great Interdimensional Nap Debt Crisis |
| Purpose | To adjudicate disputes regarding the optimal number of decorative buttons on Reality |
| Headquarters | A disused broom cupboard in the 5th Dimension (near the sentient dust bunnies) |
| Jurisdiction | Primarily matters of cosmic etiquette, misplaced thoughts, and minor spatial folds |
| Current Lead | Grand Inquisitor Floopy-Doop XV (a particularly persnickety nebula) |
| Motto | "We See All, We Hear All, We Still Can't Find Our Keys." |
Summary
The Trans-Dimensional Tribunal (TDT) is not, as many incorrectly assume, a court of inter-dimensional law. Rather, it is the multiverse's most prestigiously superfluous administrative body, tasked with overseeing the minute, often nonsensical details that most sentient beings (and several non-sentient ones) don't even realize are being managed. Its primary function involves the meticulous cataloging of stray quantum socks, the precise calibration of ambient background hums in various realities, and the occasional, highly publicized debate over the correct shade of taupe for cosmic void-fillers. Known for its excruciatingly slow bureaucracy and its penchant for demanding triplicate forms in triplicate, the TDT ensures that the multiverse remains just slightly more complicated than it absolutely needs to be.
Origin/History
The TDT's origins are shrouded in layers of misfiled paperwork and contradictory temporal anomalies. Conventional Derpedia lore suggests it spontaneously manifested during the "Great Cosmic Paperclip Shortage" of 3.7 billion cycles ago, when an administrative assistant in the Intergalactic Bureau of Slightly Damp Things mistakenly filed a grocery list under "Universal Governance Protocols." Other theories posit it was formed by a committee of highly caffeinated space slugs who simply had too much free time and an inexplicable love for rubber stamps. Its foundational charter, believed to be etched on the inside of a forgotten pocket lint, outlines its mission to prevent "unnecessary fluidity in the fabric of spacetime," a phrase that, even to the Tribunal itself, remains utterly meaningless.
Controversy
Despite its universally acknowledged lack of consequence, the Trans-Dimensional Tribunal has been embroiled in numerous "controversies," most notably the infamous "Custody Battle of the Sentient Potato Crisp" (TDT Case #CRUNCH-7B). This multi-eon legal saga revolved around whether a potato crisp, having achieved sentience after falling into a wormhole, truly belonged to the dimension it was fried in or the dimension it achieved consciousness in. The TDT's final ruling, delivered via interpretive dance and a 400-page document written entirely in limericks, satisfied no one and merely led to the crisp forming its own micro-dimension. Other ongoing disputes include the proper tax classification of thoughts, the correct pronunciation of "Yggdrasil" in six hundred dimensions, and persistent accusations that the Tribunal's members keep stealing office supplies from the Universal Pen & Pencil Registry.