"How's it going?" a man asked as he flew up on his surf board from the cosmic void.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Mick yelled out again.

"Don't tell me he scared you too," Grimm said almost as if his face changed to a look of disbelief and pity. But it didn't. Because it's just a skull.

"No," Mick responded once he caught his breath. "I just thought about the time that Shirley wanted me to watch Beaches with Bette Midler, and I frightened myself." The group just stared at him for a moment.

"It does kinda give me chills," Prometheus finally admitted.

"Me too," Grimm whispered just a little too loudly.

"Riiight," the stranger on top of the flying carpet said. "I was just passing by and wondered what you guys were doing over here."

"We're recreating the universe," Pro proudly stated as a cigarrette hung from the corner of his mouth.

"Really?"

"Yep," Mxy answered with a big smile on his face, "but I'm the one doing most of the work."

"Are you sure that's what you're doing?"

"Of course it is!" Grimm bellowed out in anger. "What the hell else would we be doing sitting on the front porch of a house in the middle of the limitless void of nothingness?"

"Well, it kinda looked like you were just standing here."

"Just standing here?" Pro erupted. "We're in the process of orchestrating a cosmic symphony of neutron stars, a bouquet of nebulae, a.... a..... a...."

"Panorama?" the stranger asked as he sat cross legged on top of his hovering banana.

"PANORAMA!" Pro screamed out as if he has discovered the word himself. A panoramam of quasars and black holes."

"And it's all coming out of my blackhole," Mick smiled as as fart squeeked out from between his cheeks. A wobbly scene of stars coalescing into an unstable galaxy.

"We're callin' that the Ass End of the universe!" Grimm pointed and cheerfully proclaimed as though he had a big, goofy smile on his face. But he didn't, of course.

The stranger repositioned himself on the flying sofa to lay across it. "I'm just saying that you guys have been just standing there for a really long time."

"Non-sense. We've been restoring existence. You apparently are unable to understand our delicate and complex plans by simply 'just passing by'. Now can you?" Prometheus snuffed his cigarrette out on the hand rail, reached into his coat pocket, and fished out a fresh smoke.

"But I've passed by at least 20 times. And you're always in the exact same place each and every time. You've been out here for a while."

"I bet dinner's cold by now," Mick mumbled to himself.

Pro waived for him to be quiet. "Well..... constantly destorying and creating universes takes a lot out of you."

"Especially me" Mick added. He tried for a burp/fart combo, but could produce neither. "Oh," he weeped as he hung his head in disappointment.

"I'm just here to smash stuff," Grimm shrugged as he popped the top off another beer. "What about you? Are you here to create the universe too?"

"Me?" the stranger asked as he bobbed around a little bit trying to maintain his balance on his skies. "No. I'm just bored. I was just passing by and wanted to see what you guys were doing out here. That's all."

"Hey?" Mick's head popped back up. "Weren't you just riding a sofa?"

"Yeah! And a banana before that," Pro chimed in.

"I remember that banana," Grimm added. "Because I was hungry. And looking at it just made me hungrier."

"I couldn't decide which was funnier!" the stranger yelled as he paddled his canoe away from the house and back into the void.