The Forces unleashed by The Consumer smacked against each other like stonker marbles; give me space bubbles any day. The Milky Way was no longer safe. All the filaments of gas and dust, the spine of the ecosystem that gives birth to life twisted and snapped. The Consumer feasted upon the fraying strings of energy …
You’d be a spineless, quivering lot, if you didn’t have me to run after you. Wait a minute! You are a spineless, quivering lot. I’m only the Janitor, so what would I know? I know that we are on the verge of Evilution! Evolution has been highjacked. She’s your relative, not mine. You are her predecessor. Same species: The Consumer. Don’t believe me? We’ll see.
People said all was as it should be and there was no other way. Holes were normal.
Welcome to my Whorl! The Whorl of the Great UnKnown, Kapoot!
Rip it up, rip it down, Yeah-Yeah! Shake it down! Ah-ha! Unhinged in The Whorl. Whoo-hoo!