"OH MY GOD!" the Almighty screamed, half from having the life scared out of him by all those bombs flying at his ship. Not one hit him, either. That was a good thing, because if one had, he would probably be floating in the other half of the galaxy right not, trying to get someone to lift him a ride to a planet he could at least breath on.
He had a nifty little button that let him jump to his home planet, and thank god he bugged mission control to install it. They called it his "sissy button," but he didn't care. He would rather be a sissy then be dead.
He wasn't looking forward to orbiting his home planet, though, and telling them that he had run away screaming from a thing that looked like a chipmunk wearing goggles. They wanted that to reap the rewards to the center of the universe, and so did he. Unless he ate a magical jelly bean or something that gave him a lift to the center, that wasn't going to happen.
So, he stalled in the area surronding his home planet, and made his neighbors, the Herny Empire, mad when he landed of their planet and "borrowed" some spice. He told them it was what neighbors did, and they gave him a glare like he was about to die. There were no hard feelings between them- the Hernys were just a little mad that his empire was big (one of the biggest) and they were in the shadows of it all. Hey, if they weren't lazy little horse things and actually traded some of their spice instead of shoving it up there noses, maybe they could be rich and powerful too.
The Allmighty knew that the people were going to be upset over the Chikengoob, so he called a little green guy who cleaned the bathrooms on his ship over.
"Mark, your perfect!"
"For what, your greatest?
"You would be a perfect little Chikengoob if we glued some feathers on you and shoved you in a cage!"
So he fell into his homeland's orbit and braced himself.
"YOUR BACK ALREADY? WHAT?"
"Its not my fault! I swear! I was attacked!"
"By who? No one attacks the Kelsi Empire!"
"Actaully…yeah they do. The Grox."
"YOU MET THE GROX AND LIVED?"
"WAIT. I'm the almighty, and your some underpaid tramission guy. You know about the Grox before me?"
"Everyone knows about the Grox! The evilest chipmunks in the galaxy. Remember the bedtime story, Obese White and her Seven Ugly Chipmunks?"
"Yeah! The one where the chipmunks rip open Obese White's heads and dump lava into it. I heard that when I was a wee grubling."
"Those were Grox! They've been around forever! I can't belive you saw one and survived!"
"It was tough."
"…did you at least get the Chikengood back alright?"
"Uh…of course." The almighty pressed a button and a cage with a green little guy in feathers appeared.
The almighty nudged the cage. "Squak like a chiken!" he murmered.
"Uh…squak! Squak! I am a Chiken!"
"…Almighty, that's just Mark with feathers. How did you get him to fit into that cage??"
"Uhhh…its not Mark! it's a Chikengoob, I swear!"
"No its not!! What happened to it???"
"It…died." said Almightyi in a low voice.
"WHAT??"
"The Grox killed it!!"
"We are so AT WAR WITH THOSE JERKS! MISSION CONTROL, OUT! Oh, wait. Hears a couple planet busters. Use them well."
"YOUR GIVING ME PLANET BUSTERS?? FOR FREE?" The Almighty looked like a little kid in candy store.
"Yeah. Don't be a jerk with them. Mission control, out."
One idiot against man eating chipmunks.
Sounds fun, amiright?
