So wiggly wurms touch down upon the surface of a spangled star. This did displease the Ziggles ever so much. So much so in fact, that they declared war on the Gorbes. A most violent battle ensued in which Ziggles and Gorbes viciously violated each other's personal space with such voracity that each sordid slap fight that took place left everyone in tears. The Ziggles and Gorbes cried and cried that the oceans of Ganthar erupted, bleeding into the galactic skylines. This displeased the Emperor of all spaces, as he was so thoroughly vexed but the petty squabbles of these lesser races that he condemnd them to exile. So now when you look into the deepest darkest reaches of sapce and you feel you checks burn, it is not due to the dark, drowsy night that surrounds you. But in actuality, it is the memory of the Great War that was fought, so potent that it has left a tangible mark upon the universe.

Now I eat and likly but not so likly sleep.