In the great clockwork of the heavens a tiny

In the great clockwork of the heavens a tiny sphere passes before the furnace and life giver, a speeding messenger of melting lead, an interloper skimming her plasma winds

through cosmic infinity. God looked down and saw something odd in his neat network of galaxys: a small, blue planet he hadn't noticed before. "Hmm, I wonder what kind of creatures

eat these?" God picked up the tiny blue planet and squeezed it between his nails. The dirt under his nails got on the little blue thing and that's how land was created.

The south pole was one of these mounds of dirt which then froze over, but the north pole was entirely unintentional, being formed by dandruff falling from God's hair onto the Earth

The rivers turn yellow and the lake grey. God is tired of this world he has created. Time to move on and try again with another world. Earth is now God's latrine.

God had gotten bored with mankind, except for George Clooney and his beautiful face. He spared him from becoming a toilet with the rest of his kind. What now would he create?

He sighed and wished that he could recreate the megalodon species of shark. Unfortunately, with all of the plastic circling around the Pacific Ocean, it would probably eat itself

through a long term lease at above market prices. The financial appetites of megalodon sharks were way past legendary or plaid. They were strategic when others were still thinking

about tactics. Which, one could argue, was not much on display by their extinction. The megalodon sharks had been out strategied by themselves. Their plight was a stark lesson on

the perils of hubris & having a Bruce as a hero. Every Bruce ever, has let someone down at least once. It isn't enough to get the people out of the water, Bruce, means to eat them.