The toilet roll, the lightbulb, the bottle, and the sock each sat motionless facing their commanding pencil, Djium.
“Here we go again,” the latter sighed. He signalled to the bottle. “Report, please Boanz.”
“It’s life, Djium, but not as we know it. They’re pink and brown blobs of blubber with calcium inserts.” Everyone laughed uproariously. “But they’re just like all the rest. They think they’ve just discovered new life here.”
“And they must be dealt with! We rule the universe!” chorused everyone. “Exterminate!”
And so it came to pass: the Earth was obliterated by a giant golf ball. Titleist 3.