Fhil heard a giggle. Then came the searing pain, full in his neck. "Water," he rasped. He reached for his water... Wait a second! His mosquito spray! That MUST contain some water! It wasn't his now-empty bottle, but it would have to do. He raised it high and punched the ejector-whatchamacallit. "Nooooo!" screamed the extraterriestrial life-forms as the spray and the light globule collided. Then came... nothing. But an unknown force, possibly explosion, pushed each alien back intensely.

One last blast of light sped towards Fhil. His arm tried to move, but he was a midge too slow. Fhil's body was banished to Planet Earth, approaching it at impossible speeds. He braced himself as he would hit the ground in seconds. His life flashed before his brain. Natalie. His idiotic dare. Fhil's last words were: "It is finished."

A short, short, time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, a small octopus called Altijd was born. Though nobody knew it, the octopus was speaking. "It is finished, but the end will never happen for a quinvigintillion (which is a one with 78 zeroes) millenia."

THE END (SERIOUSLY!!!)