The PCs are unintentionally hilarious celebrities stuck in a pit who, with chainsaws, fight off unwanted advances for gold because honestly, what else are they going to do?
The PCs are reality-warping asteroid miners jumping in and out of an infinity of parallel dimensions who, with kung fu, fight flying monkeys for the hell of it in a tragic tale of loss.
The PCs are primitive polygons who have been handcuffed together and who, with orbital mind-contol lasers, fight bullies for smokes because today is a good day to die.