Omni-Man’s Ass: The End of All Things
It started with a single clap.
Omni-Man’s cheeks, clenched with cosmic power, unleashed a wave that rippled through the fabric of space-time. CLAP. The sound wasn’t just heard—it was felt across galaxies. Planets trembled. Stars flickered. CLAP. CLAP. The force was so great, entire systems collapsed, their suns flickering out like dying candles.
Each clap caused black holes to form, devouring anything caught in their gravitational pull. The Milky Way was erased. Andromeda? Gone. Reality itself began to warp under the sheer might of Omni-Man’s glutes.
CLAP. CLAP. CLAP. With each thunderous impact, time bent. Space folded. Galaxies crumbled into nothingness, consumed by the very force of his cheeks. No one was spared. The universe was collapsing under the power of a single man’s ass.
And through it all, Omni-Man stood, stoic and unfazed, his mustache twitching ever so slightly as the cosmos around him unraveled. His cheeks were not just powerful—they were the final force. The end.
And so, with the last clap, everything ceased to exist. The universe... erased.
