Snippet #1241762

Danse Mors scoffs obscenely at Infinitous. "It's always about you, isn't it! Like you created the whole damn universe all by yourself! But oh, if there's a problem it's someone else's fault, right! You gave these mutated apes too much intelligence but not enough to see the big picture. You have philosophers and theologians who, unlike the tree or the pond, can see their own extinction and shrink in terror! They use their logic and tools and desperately seize up life like it's sand in an hourglass, like it's something that can be saved up! If they pray to the right god, eat their vegetables and kill anything that scares them then they can never die!! It's absurd! And you don't want to take responsibility for it! No, it's my fault, right? I am the God of Self-Aggrandizing and Self-Absorption all of a sudden... Honestly, I thought I was the God of Death, limited to ending the life of these animals. But no, go ahead, Quackmire! End the universe right now and create another one with just you. See how you do with no one else but your own ego and see how the little monkeys treat their god then! Push the button! Go ahead, do it!" he screams, spit flecking at the edge of his lips. The anxiety within him swells outward through his limbs until it can no longer be contained. His arms wave about madly and his eyes bulge from their sockets. He completely forgets himself within the room of his equals and lesser and finds only unintelligable blubbering stemming from his mouth until it settles to his throat in grumbles. He begins to pace, releasing the excess energy pulsating through his body with each step until he finds himself almost exhausted by his own emotional force.