Sasuke and Naruto were sitting together on a bench. Behind them was a sea of NaruSasu fangirls, who were screaming their heads off.

"They are so annoying," said Sasuke. "Let's kill them."

Naruto nodded in agreement. "Yeah," Naruto replied. He then produced a grenade from his orange pants, and shoved it down Sasuke's throat. It exploded a second later, spraying gore all over Naruto's face.

He laughed a maniacal laugh, and turned to the fangirls. With the flick of his finger, he sent every single one of them to Jupiter, where they stayed for the next few centuries, bawling their eyes out at the fact that Sasuke was dead.

A turtle appeared in the rift of the space-time continuum, and flipped off the sun, which then send down a solar flare to incinerate the turtle's face. It did.

Naruto, oblivious to the odd goings-on that had occurred, sat on that turtle, and proceeded to think. He thought about the countless ghosts of all the people he had killed in the past, and wished more than ever that he could kill them again. And he did then decide to beat the fuck out of everyone in the vicinity, including Sasuke's dead, headless corpse.

Sakura smashed Ino's sandcastle, and Choji ate Gaara.

All was well with the world.