I sense an impending breakdown and it's not just this Benighted song I'm listening to.
Supposedly it was because he decided that the galaxy needed order. He felt that he wasn't doing it for selfish reasons like Vader (omg i gotta save my girlfriend), but as a service.
What is it? Why the fuck are you so damn important in my life that I don't work so I can try to argue with you? And not just with you, with everyone I come across, for this belief? Why do I feel so right in being wrong ALL THE TIME?! Honestly, I'd say it's driving me nuts but I have the freedom of mind to say "No, I'm not".
I need an external POV, if it pleases anyone to do so...
[Narrator:] Having been rejected by the planet smasher, Ziltoid seeks the council of the omnidimensional creator.
[Ziltoid:] Assuage my confusion about creation and the universe
[Creator:] Yo! Ziltoid, what?s up dude ?
Long time no see? Although I see everything. What's on you mind bro ?
[Ziltoid:] Modular forms and elliptic curves! Infinite fire revolving around infinite parallels fractals of infinite reality, each cascading, gliding in an infinite wheel. Tell me the true nature of my reality!
[Creator:] You gotta chill man!