The rage had burnt within him for millenia now and his trunder was up. The overwhelming defeat upon the immortal Perdle's funtumbulous fleet by the savage (yet strangely merciless) Large Red Spheroid had hung heavy about him.
With a heady resolve he leapt to his nose and fell flat on his chin.
"Harped the Hepid Hat!" he announced; and within splatlents the Grand Imperial Fleet had assembled in intergalactic space, ready to deal horrific stationery death and restruction upon all (and any) relatives of the grotesquely deformed and tasteless Large Red Spheroid.
With a distant splat his fleet plummeted, crying out of hyperspace. Ahead of them, past the huge expanse of differentness, lay their pray.
"Harken to the santent feek, Ken." he bespoke unto his number two.
"Spew uphill the talent mank." he further directed.
Ken seceded and the attack commenced upon the small blue (yet strangely green) sphere which lay ahead.
"Flubbergast at the trantor" he ordered, and the mighty fleet simultaneously fired with a brain gurning crunch.
Beneath them, the small (yet acutely savage) Blue Sphere sat there and took the punishment with great vigour and hardileshment. Again they fired, again and again as the massive space pens dwarfed the tiny sphere.
Then with a final spurge, they fired their last and the small defenceless (yet strangely cute), blue (yet strangely green) planet Earth exploded with a small 'poouff'.
Please note: All spelling mistakes and seeming grammatical errors are entirely intentional and designed to enhance the artistic merits of the piece.
