The dancers and Jacob charged at each other head on, in hope of outdoing one another, for there were 6,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 of them and only one of him. But it turned out he had the strength of more than 10,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 giants with which he reduced them all the way back to the primal goo from which they first emerged.
"You vile bastard!" Edward cried, attacking Jacob and issuing his vendetta like a newspaper with many adds and cartoons for to entertain the masses which watch in awe as the little children bombard the forces from above with flames which singed the countryside to ruin and dust that was promptly swept up by the housewife for fear that her husband would arrive home and see the mess that the animals she secretly kept in the house when he wasn't looking would attack and hold them all hostage while the government used tanks made out of dogs made out of hand grenades to counter strike against the suspected combination lock in which the secret to life and all things lay.
But it was utterly hopeless to do so, because all the monkeys and generals in the world couldn't destroy the safe and discover the truth, which only the gods knew truly, and they knew better than to go revealing their councils to the parliament, because their shining angels had warned them not to do so, so they only trusted Zoroaster. But before long the goose was cooked and the pancakes burned and even the best swordsmen were helpless against the mighty foe.
So Air Force One was loaded up and they headed for Magrathea, where they knew they would be safe from criminals like pickpockets and dolphins which fly off into the sky performing beautiful tricks and scattering fireworks everywhere to entertain the orphans whose tears are used to water the roses of the immense castle in which the creator builds his monstrosities to commit his atrocities, such as crossing the vortex line without permission from the king or even the Master who guides all things along their paths and is only matched in grandeur by Socrates and Chuck Norris who have long since throttled each other to death in massive six-dimensional chess tournaments which cost entire civilizations to play because of the tremendous nature of the game, and by which only demi-gods do truly swear and only fools contemplate playing.
But as these sacred events carried forth and the mountains fought amongst themselves like the savages they were, the lovers danced in that eternal embrace at the ends of the very earth itself, setting all the worlds ablaze as the women's dresses brushed across the landscape which was promptly demolished by the children of Zoltar to make way for their new library of green porcelain encrusted with diamonds upon which microscopic civilizations existed where people's lives passed in the blink of an eye and they waged violent warfare for control of their little diamonds, completely oblivious of the worlds which existed beyond their own.
