Yeduish was bored.
One forefinger idly stirred the cloud masses over an insignificant planetoid, and he watched the patterns they made as they drowned continents.
The next thing he felt was a clout about the back of his head that set his ears ringing and made him see spots before his eyes.
“You complete asshat, I spent five centuries building that…”
As soon as his eyes refocused Yeduish turned to behold the scantily clad form of a young goddess.
“You need work…”
She married him. Yeduish has no time for boredom now. Baby gods are hugely time consuming.