Decided to do Couch to 40k. Day 1 you're on the couch, and at the end your mind is trapped in a dead, decaying body sitting on a golden throne, unable to communicate, as all of humanity is encompassed in a fascist empire that is ironically doing everything you tried to prevent in order to save them.

I want a Vulcan cellist.

You can cut up toast to make a butterfly.

I will never understand how he arrived at "baddie alien from children's TV show who collects teeth seeks ultimate cosmic power" but didn't spend the extra five minutes to get to "and so is cursed to become the tooth fairy". It's right there.