Celestial beings are watching.

Humans, what a box of fleshy wires, blood, and ivory twigs... Frail instruments of unknown purpose. Trivial little pawns on a giant floating orb, circling an even larger ball of fire. These roaming pustules of insecurity, vanity, and hate pop each other for the most trivial reasons. Paradoxical creatures indeed, these "humans", claiming civility with unflawed prejudice. A removal of the tumor Earth is in order. After all, it's a rather small world, and so it won't be missed.