I will make it all flat, flatter, flattest, pancake…
Piece by piece, smoothing out the little nonsensical spikes, the high-rises with which we attempted to outsmart the soil that brought us forward, the trees that forever fail to get close enough to the sun to reach a photosynthetic high, the little humanoids who haven’t been kissing any ground for ages (except for maybe a pope or two, but flatten them too, I say – there shall be no exceptions!).
The iron core in the centre of the earth is about 5400 degrees hot, but still I have cold feet. Your hoyty-toyty scientists might tell you these facts are unrelated, but then again, they’re insanely sexually frustrated, so they would say anything to get into your pants (or in this case, my socks! Damn those feet-fetishist physicists!).
I supplied the Board of Destructors with the idea of using the earth’s metal core to help speed up the flattening process. The idea was well received, because it would allow for a modern-day, planet-sized version of Pompeii, with all sorts of people caught in embarrassing positions. It could be a huge tourist attraction for visitors from other planets… Why? Well, the flattening process wouldn’t leave many of you alive, I’m afraid, and certainly not as potential tourists – but you guys had a good run, it was just turning a bit repetitive, so we’ve decided to go in a different direction.
For now, we’re still flattening everything manually. Filling up holes, waltzing over them with our bulldozers, pouring fresh concrete into every little gap we find. We’re craftsmen anyway. It might take us a little longer to flatten a city, but on the resulting flatscape, (which you won’t even get to see, you silly little mortal ones!) we’ve planned a massive game of billiards. That’s also something to look forward to for the next billion years or so.
If we get the OK to use the metal core (shareholders still need to approve it – formalities; you know the drill…), you will lie underneath the crispiest and smoothest eternal metal sheet. It’ll be the most perfect bed for all of you!
And I know what you’re thinking: “If you’re going to play billiard on top of our flattened cities, how could I then even be seen in my eternal pose by tourists visiting from outer space?”
The answer is simple: we’ll only keep the funniest and most embarrassing poses for eternity. So yeah, game on! Want eternal fame? Surprise me, bitches!