One day, the skies did finally part. All around the world, all of us saw it happen.

And as they parted, everyone looked up to see what should have been the dark emptiness of space, the glittering stars, perhaps the glow of the moon or even the blinding brightness of the sun.

But we saw none of that.

Instead, we saw a huge chubby hand try to reach through the hole in the sky before it was smacked away by a much, much bigger hand. Then in a language that we had all collectively forgotten, a booming voice growled: “DON’T PLAY WITH THE FOOD.”

And the skies instantly closed up again, as if nothing had happened at all.