Urien considered the creatures dispassionately. They were, he thought, neither clever nor important, and where they had once been amusing they were now just an irritant.
He sighed, and his wife Calliope blew in his ear.
“Why the long face lord of my heart?”
“One wonders why the creator…”
“She was having an off day methinks”
He frowned at such presumption but Calliope continued.
“We are neither darkness nor emptiness, but what have they dubbed us?”
Urien nodded wisely.
“Fools we could do without”
He farted and a minor star was extinguished.
“Done…” he said.
His beloved Calliope smiled.