Such atrocities did he commit, all for the sake of his father’s approval. The screams of his victims fell on deaf ears as the immense sphere of destruction carved it’s path through such a placid land of casual frivolity. The mice were not quick enough to stop him. The cat’s claws were no match for his clever maneuvering. The dog’s teeth held no chance of snagging either him, or his ball of doom before it redoubled in size and absorbed them all with barely a yelp, meow, or squeak in protest. Even men and their bullets stood no chance against his iron will. He went right on rolling, gathering and combining, because that’s all he knew how to do. He’d bring them all together, he’d make them all one. There would be no more suffering, blame, or disappointment because they’d all be the same and together. The pain of individualism would be wiped away forever, and the stars would be that much brighter.