Everybody Loves Blobbybobs!

[gustomaestro]

The command bunker’s monitors displayed a tide of plastoid playthings surging relentlessly over a landscape choked by ash and slag. Billions of pairs of little arms stretched forth for an embrace that would never come, a massed idiot migration in a world all but gone to the grave.
A door crashed open, framing an aide, dishevelled in sweat-drenched panic.
“The air-strike didn’t work! Nothing works!” he gasped. “ We have to go, Sir. NOW!”
A tiny horde erupted from the President’s shapeless twitching body and swarmed across the desktop.
“Love Blobbybob!” they pined.

[ZuSquared]

Is this how the world ends? Not with a bang but with a... squeaky toy?

Nice one.