[BLACK HOLE]

VERITAS, theirs no need...no need at all for your pugnacious facade. In fact if you tried that with me you'd find that a painful stretching death awaits you. I don't even have a face, and youd be unable to escape my event horizon, but to you're family members watching from a Star Trek-esque vestibule yood appear motionless, forever still in space with a look saturated by the pure inbred fury and confusion which undoubtedly comprises your full constitution and miniscule mind. After reaching a singularity, God must reconfigure youre disgusting features into that of a gigantic, galloping guinea pig where you can revolve on a wheel for a fat Autistic child whose special ability is sadism via cum-shots into animal faces. The Austistic child will be youre mothers incarnate form. When you die, you will be molecularized and assimilated into the ground, but your soul will return to me, where I shall fulfill the cyclic wishes of Vishnu for eternity.