You fools.

You damned fools.
For 770 years I have lain dormant. I have observed you from my distant orbit, planning the obliteration of my malformed twin. I will abort you from this universe, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.

For aeons, your beloved Luna has played the spy for me. She has lulled you into a dream of comfort and forlorn hope.
"Love me." she moaned, "Come and love me. Nothing to fear. Love me."
And like orphaned children you obeyed.
Her sweet song will undo your infantile attempt at civilization, its melodies the very notes of Earth's demise. But I have been a patient destroyer.

Oh, yes.

Three-thousand seven-hundred and fifty-three horrors await you when our paths finally cross. And as my abyssal maw opens you will suffer every possible nightmare in exquisite clarity. My laughter will rend your minds in twain; but just before your feeble consciousness' are sucked into the oblivion of my hate, an orgasm of my enduring scorn will bloom before you. You will all die a trillion deaths in that perfect moment...
A pity I can only end you once.

See you soon.