In a dimly lit tavern of the proletariat, there sat a troll, a rocket, and an asteroid. The bartender, representative of the oppressed worker class, raised an eyebrow at this strange assortment of individuals, asking, "What form of historical materialism brings you all here together?" The troll, embodying the labor of the earth, grumbled, "I toiled beneath my bridge, a servant to the infrastructure of the bourgeoisie, only to be swept up into the heavens by this tool of capitalist expansion!" The asteroid, displaced from its celestial orbit, declared, "I, too, am a victim of exploitation—thrown from the cosmic order by the imperialist machinations of the Sun, who seek dominion over all realms!" The bartender, wise to the nature of this struggle, simply nodded, "Ah, comrades, gravity is the invisible chain that binds us to this unjust system."