Black/White

Once, when the sky was the color of spilt milk, mixed with oil from the lawmower, the last comment on earth occurred to me. "Please, just take my word." And that was it. That was the last comment on earth. Then the Skeleton Astrogoons came in all their promordial cosmic wrath, which is mostly unwarranted, but what can you do, and they vaporized the planet- all green seas and brown derbys and white women in white dresses with red lipsticks. Some people might find this hard to believe, but those were the first people to die. They went like firecrackers WHOP BAM BOO! And then there was the sprinkling of people-dust. Oh, thost Astrogoons, they know how to throw a kink in the well-being of all of this stuff. Like throwing a wrench into the gears of a large robotic bunny, so it falls over and crushes the poached egg stand, and the flabby lady that works there and the flabby lady's friend who is needlenosed and insensive. Oh well.
But this really did happen, or it will. Please, just take my word.