An object of vast size hurtled throughout the cosmos, a sentient metal planet seeking other celestial spheres to devour. It's name, if any cared enough to know before their lives were silenced with the oblivion of their respective planets, was Unicron. The mythical god of chaos soon found it's next target, a large sphere of pure white. While it was uninhabited, Unicron cared not as it had been some time since he had last consumed something, and while he did not truly require any physical sustenance at all, he still felt a hunger within him. As the titanic horn-like mandibles flanking his central maw found their marks on the before untarnished surface of the white orb, Unicron realized something - it was a planet of Styrofoam he had targeted. It had become quite apparent with how easily his metallic mandibles had sunk into the surface, and with the scans that followed immediately afterwards. The god of evil would have laughed at the sheer preposterousness of the entire situation he found himself in if he wasn't so angered by it, finding himself devouring the polystyrene planet that much faster. He had no idea why anyone would find themselves motivated to create such a curious planet, and it only added to his desire to consume all of reality. Quite idiotic, truly, that this even had a reason to happen, the god mused to himself in a strange combination of sheer irritation and slight humor, as he continued on through the ether of space to his next meal.
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