Destruction fought his way out of a pile of fish to find himself alone. He blinked, and then shrugged.

It had been a good enough April Fools Morning.

He waved a hand and all the debris that had been created slid into one huge pile in the center of the room, artistically swept into the shape of Manchester.

And now there were worms to put in beds and nude paintings to shock old ladies with and all sorts of fun things. He smiled and left the room.