Our arms sparkled like the stars in the cloudless sky as we gently swept our arms through the warm water of the bioluminescent bay.

Symmetrical shelled serpents slithered sparklingly in the somber southern sea.

While the human world had its vexed eye on the Greenland transaction, six sparkling spotted sea serpents slithered towards undefended Antarctica.

As the Americans and Russians focused on the scramble for Greenland, the glitter glow worms moved swiftly toward Antarctica, where the penguins were scrambling to respond to an economic crisis.

The penguins floated on their little iceberg, burning stacks of money for warmth - and largely ignoring the giant television that floated behind them, beaming patriotic images of Greenland flanked by resolute seagulls. What use was such feel-good propaganda to them, against the swarm of mutant lamprey that pursued them wherever their icy home drifted?

Those seagulls in Greenland invested wisely— sure climate change was making the edges of their island greener, but the center was still all ice cold— meanwhile the foolish penguin cult was burning money as their iceberg melted into the vicious seas, filled with murderous seals.