The Place Where Kyzer Butchers Code Badly

Far beyond such simple things as space and time lurked a malevolence beyond simple mortal reasoning or knowledge.  Its very name, when uttered aloud, called forth countless galaxies into existence as further more fell into the deep dark doom that was the end of all things.  And it was not alone.

Others joined the entity in a relatively small pocket of space that it had created for simply this: a meeting.  None of them were truly there, but that mattered not.  What mattered was that they knew what was happening in that retched plane of existence, the dimension they called the Prime Dimension.  It disgusted them all on some level because it, unlike the entities, operated via rigid machinations such as physics and (even more disgusting) laws.  It was antithetical to these Outer Beings that something as abhorrent as other life forms had not only sprouted there but flourished.

This...this was not the problem of this meeting, however.  A tall, wispy form bathed in shadows waved a dark appendage towards the gathering; it summoned forth a window to gaze into the abominable dimension.  The screen depicted a small humanoid interacting with a little black ball...a black ball with large round pupil-less eyes.

"What is it DOING there?," a vaguely feminine voice boomed over the rolling rock-like hills that comprised the pocket dimension's floor, "Why is the creature just...SITTING there?!"

"Indeed!," erupted a deeper articulate voice, "We spent eons worth of energy creating that Beast and yet it simply...WIGGLES? WHY IS IT WIGGLING?"

Murmurs flooded through the meeting space before the tall wispy one held up a singular smaller appendage, an attempt at garnering the attention of the others to soothe their ire.

"Well it wiggles as a response to stimuli.  Note that the creature has been interrogated by the fleshy one.  While not willing or capable of answering the question in a suitable manner for most, I believe that the wiggling IS in itself a response...albeit a very noncommittal one."

The rage that filled the enclosed dimension was enough that no less than three different planes of existence imploded.