“Can you promise he’s not going to split the planet open like an egg?”
“Oh,” Arthur said. “I highly doubt it. You see, he’s still learning how to crack chicken eggs properly, so I expect it’ll be quite some time before he’s ready for planetary destruction.”
Every dace stared up at him in shock.
“Remember what I told you about your sense of humor?” Linus hissed at him. “Now is not the time to try and be funny!”
“Try,” Arthur huffed. “Ouch.” He raised his voice once more. “That was a poor attempt at humor. My apologies. To answer your question, Earth will not be destroyed today.”
“Or anytime in the future,” Linus added loudly.”