Fur Wars - Chapter 32

The pale blue disc painted on the black white-specked canvas had never looked so majestic. Spinning at over 1000 miles per hour at its widest point, it looked completely still from the observation desk of the Def Jam Super Star. The continents were in constant state of flux, yet the planet’s geography was timeless for its residents. The ball of Africa would fit neatly into the socket of South America, the boot of Italy kicking the head of Sicily, either end lavishly coated with think white icing, and all about the cotton wool swirls of immense and unpredictable weather systems.
“Ready the Annihilator Beam,” ordered Mong, “when the eclipse is complete, fire at will.”