After waiting for over two days, and with no sign of dinofs, the Council of the Gods decided to give up.
"So... I suppose that it's over? We're all doomed, aren't we?"
"Sigh. I suppose you're right."
"Y'know what this needs, Confused One?"
"What?"
"A good ol' musical number."
"What?"
"The song? It's called La Damnation de Faust. By Hector Berlioz."
"I'm so confused!"
"Well, you ARE theconfusedone..."
"RGB, theconfusedone, enough! It's bad enough that we're going to die, don't spoil it with your bickering."
"Yes Kapt..."
"My question is, what will happen to Mississipi?"
"Um, JDMS, the entire world was already destroyed."
"Oh. Damn." JDMS vanished in a puff of smoke.
"Hey, why did he disappear? I mean, we ALL come from somewhere on Earth."
"Because shut up. Honestly, gabor, that Magna Mundi playing must have done a real number on your head."
"But that doesn't-"
"dsb, you shut up too."
"Daaaw."
"Y'know, this entire conversation has been totally inappropriate for the background music."
"Hmmm, good point. All right Marco, you win. We'll talk about the rapidly approaching destruction of the universe."
"Actually, I'd prefer the old-"
"Too late."
"Soooooo.... CatKnight, what's your opinion on this."
"Can Peperna answer?"
"No."
"Crap."
"You can use a lifeline, though."
"I pass it to morningSIDEr!"
"What? Why? Why me?"
"Because. Now, what's your opinion?"
"Well, it sucks.
Almost as much as being Scottish!"
*crickets*
"Aaaaaw..."
"I'll tell you how
I feel."
"CS, go away."
"Aaaaaw..."
"Anyways, I suppose we should get to work on destroying the universe. King_Richard_XI, you're in charge of telling people what they're in charge of."
"Enewald, you're in charge of explosives."
"Eeeexxcccelent."
"Rizulica, you get the fire."
"Sweet."
"And blsteen, you get lightning."
"Neato!"
"And you, Sybot, you'll serve refreshments."
"YES! All shall cower in fear before the power of my... sandwiches. Darn."
"Now, mnplastic, let's get to work."
"BY THE POWER OF GREYSKULL!"
"I HAVE THE- wait, what?"
"Sorry, lascupa..."
"I have a question."
"Overruled."
"Wait, what? C'mon aldriq, you can't do that, we're all equals!"
"Fine. And what do you have to say, balkanite?"
"Well, we're gods, right?"
*Gods look themselves over*
"Yeeeeeeessssss."
"Right. So why are we bothering with fire and lightning and refreshments and all that? Why not just blow it all to smithereens?"
"Hey, that's my job!"
"In a way that doesn't involve killing ourselves with explosives."
"Because.. because.. Actually, that's a good point."
"Exactly. Now, on the count of three."
"Here we go..."
"ONE."
"Are you ready?"
"No."
"Me neither."
"TWO."
"Well, this is the end."
"TH- THREE."
"Billions of years of work are about to be ruined..."
"Alas, poor universe, I knew it well."
"NOW."
BOOM.
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