There, the incredibly talented man sat atop his well-made, organized floating tower, looking down on the chaos he had caused. The unmanned, automatic plasma-shooting arachnids seemed to be working wonderfully on their first field test. The people on this gross, dead, over-polluted dwarf planet seemed to be taking the eradication well. Their blue beams of destructive energy were pointlessly trained on far superior, less problematic tools of peace. These primitive beings, who call themselves members of the human genus, fight hopelessly and helplessly so that they can continue to harm their worlds and any others their lower-level ships could take them to. There, the incredibly talented man sat atop his well-made, organized floating tower, letting a world that burned worlds burn.