When worlds collide, their Gods jump out and start fighting.
- Venerian God:
- Idiot! Can't you keep to your bloody orbit?
- Martian God:
- Hey! Mind your language, you son of a mortal! Can't you follow an omen? Didn't your sacrificial virgins teach you anything?
- V. God:
- Look, you snake oil peddlar. I don't care what miracles you're trying to perform for your primitive followers; you cut inside my orbit. I mean, just look what your tidal effects did to my atmosphere!
- M. God:
- Next time wake up before mucking about with the gravitational constant! Idiot!
- Earth God:
- Get out of the way! Move it!
- sound effects:
- brakes squealing, horns blaring, and an Almighty crash.
- E. God:
- Damn! That's the third mass extinction on my planet!