A/N: beautybelle300256 wrote her personal ending for the series (it's in her delightful Drabble collection; the one called 'Brouhaha' (cor, that's a queer word)), so I thought I'd match it up with some nonsense of my own – because I'm the 'non' to her 'sense'.

Galactic Smash: Highscore

As the magnificent silhouette of the Super Robot rose above the masses of defeated Formless Minions, the cheer of the crowd grew to uncomfortable decibels of ecstasy.

The sun shone off the metallic limbs of their proudly standing simian heroes. The victorious Power Primate prodigy smiled – Chiro was truly happy and at ease for the first time in months since the War started. Everybody felt free and triumphant at the definite victory over the Evil that had for so long threatened Shuggazoom City and the universe.

Chiro went forward to speak to the crowd: "Citizens of Shuggazoom City," the teen spoke, full of bravado. "Skeleton King is gone. We're finally free. We won!"

The Citizens broke into another ear-splitting cheer as if they weren't quite aware that this was why they'd been celebrating non-stop for the last seven hours.

"We're finally free," Chiro sighed contently and turned to Jinmay who beamed at the thought of all the free time they'd have together – going for moonlight walks, having candle-lit dinners, goofing around at the lake.

"No more clouds to dim my sunshine," she giggled and kissed the Chosen One on the cheek.

"Except that one," Otto squinted and pointed at a slowly growing dot in the sky.

Gibson shaded the sunlight with the back of his hand. "It appears to be approaching at a high rate, what is—oh dear Shuggazoom I think it's a b—"

When the planet of Shuggazoom exploded in a ball of bright lights (being accompanied by a very pleasing 'pop' sound) the Commodore cackled to himself and gathered his stained-by-greasy-snacks sausage-like fingers into a sweaty fist and shook it at the digital image of the quickly dispersing pink space dust.

"And that last blow makes the high score!" he declared priggishly and flailed his saggy arms around some more. "Take that Shaggysomething City and whatshisface boy with the apes. Whatever. I won! I wonnnnn." The Commodore coughed violently when his screaming over-exerted his heart; weak from years of artery-clogging fast foods and lack of proper exercise aside from that of twiddling his thumbs at various control consoles.

"Incoming message," one of the underlings informed the Commodore. The screen behind his grotesque amounts of body mass lit up and an all too familiar smirk was in his face.

"Maurice. Come to witness my glorious victory, have you?"

"What? Oh, don't tell me you're still on about Galactic Smash? Ah, of course you are." As Maurice merrily went on, the Commodore's victorious enthusiasm grew minutely weaker. "I just came to see if you were still stuck on that; it's child's play for newbies and lamers – you see, all the elite gamers are playing Cosmic Crash."

"Wha— Cosmic Crash?"

"Oh, so you've heard of it?" Maurice said with smug cheerfulness. "The first player to destroy one of the four dimensions of time and space wins the Prize."

"The Prize?" The Commodore said; his eyes alight with greed.

"Yeeeah, you get a head-start on Ultra Existence Eradication. Well, have fun with your old-fashioned planetary genocide, mate. All us cool kids are gonna pick apart the Universe by the seams - cheers!" The transmission went out with a faint 'bloooop' sound.

The Commodore sat staring at the black monitor very quietly. Some of the subordinates moved about quietly, expecting to have their eardrums pierced by a fit of gamer rage any minute now…

"DAMN YOU MAURICE! DAMN YOUUUUU! I'm going to undo the laws of physics before you do THIS I SWEAR—!"

A/N: Kids! Parents! Concerned friends! - It's not too late to talk to your peers about the dangers of Gamer Rage – it destroys basic hygiene, lives, and sometimes planets.
(Although… if somebody told me that the Universe would make a funny 'pop' noise if you blew it up, I'd totally go for it.)