The Nomad Chronicles

NOTES

I am going to make a Planet!

I shall call it Planet Bob!

He makes a planit wit a midgit and a tree.

How about Planet Magica?

Gay!

Planet Thorax?

HI-5!

The gases swirl. It's beautiful. We watch it slowly evolve over millenia, like two gods sitting in silent wonder.

By the time there is sentient life, we both have long white beards to our knees. We point at each other and laugh.

We fly down to the planet and interfere a little bit, like mischievous gods.

It ends like a Warner Bros. cartoon.