‘Look, there’s that yellow Simca again!’

Errol appeared somewhat irritated.

‘Never mind, as I always say.’

‘Ah’

‘Yes?’

‘Well, you were saying…’

‘No, I most definitely were no such thing.’

‘But.’

‘No, I won’t stand here subject to these verbal, 

oh I don’t know, -attacks, yeah, that’s the word, 

attacks, now leave me be, or else…’

…

…

…

‘What?’

‘What what?’

‘Or else what?’

‘Excuse me, are you completely deranged, or?’

At the same time, but on the other side of the universe. On a little planet jocularly labeled ‘George’, two rapidly aging men sat on two pieces of rock, with only a universe to play with. They had no names, well at least not any names we humans from earth could pronounce. The two rapidly aging men called each other ‘Fast Eddie’ or ‘Belch’, depending on their state of mind. Mostly they didn’t call each other at all, or ‘you ugly old man… ‘- well, they sat there insulting each other, and each other’s capabilities. They were bored, so they decided to destroy a few planets and stars.

‘Oy, let’s take the ugly one, over there!’

‘Ok, let’s see if we can make it disappear, just like that. By thinking it!’

‘Nice! Let’s go on three: One, two, Three…’

   ‘Pop…’

Yup. That, friends, is what happened on a lovely wednesday morning in September the local year 2014. On the twelfth, at 7.26 a.m., to be exact.

Nobody actually noticed it much. Everything the inhabitants of the ugly, to some extent useless planet took for granted, such as their home planet, air, sand, fish, yeah I know, snails, well those things along with quite a few other things, ceased to exist.

   ‘Pop…’

Errol thought for a billionth of a nanosecond that everything was very nice, and that smell, a bit like dark roast coffee. Errol was happy, for a billionth of a nano second…