“It appears we’ve totally screwed up the planet, Your Eminence. All that burning of fossil fuels over the last century, the way we ravaged the forests, polluted the waterways, killed all the insects by spraying and destroyed their habitats, overgrazed the pastures, genetically modified the crops instead of nursing the soil, carpeted most of the planet’s surface with concrete and tar.”
“It’s a problem, Sire. We’ve run out of food. Nothing left to eat. Not even water lilies. The peasants are revolting.”
“And you recommend…?”
“Earth, Sire. Invade, colonize, rape, pillage, burn.”
“Sounds like fun. Fetch me my armour.”
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ weekly 100 word challenge found here.