Moving along

Look, this may seem like me being lazy, but the rest of the competition was a sweep. It was boring for me and, of course, it ended with me being adored and loved and worshipped. As much for my immense power as my beauty. I was faster, stronger, more durable, and by far the sexiest competitor.

I stood proud and confident as they stated the words, "the most powerful being in the known universe." Blogger can say what she wants. Until it's been proven, she's all talk.

On my way home, by the time I was outside of Pluto, which I noticed had been visited, I looked homeward. The distance meant nothing to me. I brought my focus into Blogger's new home. I watched her admiring herself. She was constantly touching herself, that woman. Not that I mind.

I wanted to go brag about my new mantle. I have to admit, though. I was afraid that she would prove me otherwise. In a small way, I'd still hope she could.

I was entering our atmosphere, slowing greatly to not disturb the weather too much, within minutes. The warmth of reentry hardly noticeable, and I miss that. Normally I couold enjoy it. Now I was too vastly powerful for anything nature could throw at me. I was still naked. Latley, I had been caring less and less. Your earth taboos are so strange. Why should I follow them? What could you do about it anyway? Nothing.

As if you'd complain about seeing me naked. I'm perfect. Imperfect beings adore perfect creatures. Love me. Adore me. And know all the while that I am the most powerful being in the universe.