At the center of the universe, there was a black hole. With a mass 40.000.000.000.000 times greater than that of the star we call the sun. It's gravitational pull was so great that the entirety of the known universe was in orbit around it. Entire galaxies moved in orbits that took thousands upon thousands of years to complete, in what was known as the Galactic Year, compared to the Solar Year, the time it took for any star to orbit the center of it's respective galaxy. This was the point around which all matter in known existence orbited, a cornerstone on the natural order of things, and it was prison to one of the greatest demons this universe had ever known.

An'Ub Tellrac, the Lord of All, a creature that had, when it was unleashed first at the creation of this universe, devoured thousands of Gods. It hopped from world to world, and it's maw could devour the very souls of those it encountered. Growing ever stronger on the souls of entire pantheons of divine and magical beings, it soon became an unstoppable force, with an almost absolute resistance to magic. No God could face it, no mage could harm it, no weapon could kill it, and it became a threat to every divine being in the universe. Then, one day, as the Gods fought the beast, a God known as the Deciever came up with a plan. Using their bodies consisting of energy, the Gods moved to this great Black Hole, and as An'Ub Tellrac followed them, the sheer gravitational pull had crushed it into an infinitely thin layer of atoms. Even thus, however, it lived on, in eternal torment and captivity, locked away in the depths of space.

Of course, this is all far too serious and boring. Screw all that stuff.

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Laughing, Bob emerged from the Black Hole, even as it, as well as An'Ub Tellrac, were transformed into a giant flying chicken. Screeching and squawking, it's gravity dissolved to insignificance, the entire universe began to collapse. Thousands of orbits suddenly disturbed, as planets and stars flew off to the edge of space. Entire galaxies were set on collision courses, as massive explosive collisions occurred on an intergalactic level. Billions of worlds were flung away from their stars, as the civilisations on them tried desperately, to no avail, to save their pitiful lives from the infinite void. Lack of energy, heat death, galactic collision, stellar collision, planetary collision, lack of heat..... all life in this universe was written up to die, regardless of how they handled their mere technology, their doom as inevitable as the rising of the sun. Or, as it turns out, far more inevitable than that.

Of course, all this would take billions upon billions of years, as the effects of this gravitational shift moved slowly throughout the galaxy. The movement speed of galaxies would mean it would take thousands of years for them to reach one another even if they were on collision courses. In fact, it would most likely take a couple of thousands years for this universe's lifeforms to realize just how screwed they were, wasn't that boring? As such, Bob gave the laws of physics the middle finger, and made his voice travel at the speed of screw you, which is instant. "YOU'RE ALL FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKED!" The shout was everywhere and yet nowhere at once. In fact, the echoes from different parts of the universe meant that it would hit many planets mutliple times over the course of the next couple of thousand years. No doubt when the people were fighting to load al their babies onto the space ark, they'd appreciate the memo.