I, the prince of all the cosmos, have been instructed with an extremely challenging task. Creating a two thousand meter Katamari!
My father, the king of all cosmos, got drunk and accidentally blew up the sun last night! So he of course intrusted me with task of fixing his mistake.
I said to him "Dad, you want me to recreate the sun?"
He responded "Well yes, why else would I call you to my study unless I was going to punish you when you've done nothing wrong."
Then I yelled "I cleaned up your mess last time you blew up the stars now you want me to do it again!"
With a puzzled look the king said "Uh... yes."
With a sigh I said "Okay, but you owe me a raise on my allowance."
My dad dropped me of at earth with only a five inch Katamari.
I said "What the hell dad! You expect me to make a two thousand meter star with this puny piece of crap!"
Dad responded with his usual crap about how I only have two hours to make this star because not even the King of the cosmos can be expected to wait, sometimes I honestly think he doesn't even listen to me.
So of I go pecking up ants and other small creatures. After about half and hour my Katamari's about ten meters in diameter. Thanks to the school.
It takes about fifteen minutes for me to get my Katamari to about three hundred meters.
About one and a half-hours the Katamari's about one thousand five hundred meters in diameter. Now if you think it's easy pushing a huge ball of crap around and America is making it lopsided. You...are...wrong. My back is killing me now and I don't know how it's going to feel tomorrow but I'm guessing it's going to hurt.
I finish as the clock does and my dad uses the gay royal rainbow to take us back home. He examines it like usual and claims I could do better. I feel like killing him. He releases it into the sky and hear the people in it scream in pain as they are burned in creation of the star.
Fin.