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My deepest condolences to Planet U+2641. A moment of silence for the deceased. Ta-da! Despite appearances, I actually observed a moment of silence for a whole nanosecond out of courtesy. That means I invested a whole nanosecond of my time into things like you! Let's cut the superficial mourning and get to the point. Do you people know that landlords and tenants exist even in space? It's a duty, not a choice. Whether it's an asteroid born from dust and ice grains crashing into each other, or a black hole returning something from existence to nothingness, it's only legal if you pay the rent from the day you leave a mark on the galaxy. AND ! YET ! Despite being part of the Solar System, how could you be behind on your rent? Are you some kind of beggar? Even Mercury, which is way smaller than your Earth because it failed its customization, pays its rent on time. What a disgrace. In conclusion, we have terminated the contract with Earth. When a contract is terminated, the space must be vacated. In other words, just go 'poof' and get yourself exploded quietly. Thanks to you, the Solar System is losing a family member! Yes, yes, if you want to blame someone, blame our Nebula. Systematically, the head is the Nebula. The cradle of stars and the tomb where stars die one by one—yes, the Nebula you know. It's my home, too. Go wipe that secretion coming out of your respiratory organs. How primitive. As a loyal subordinate of the Nebula, I review birth certificates and death certificates simultaneously, and additionally, I even take charge of lease agreements. You know, why don't you just euthanize me instead? It's better than dying from overwork. By classification, I am also a star, so I explode when I consume hydrogen energy. In the end, I'm not some infinite or all-powerful being. My remains will surely end up as some kind of health food for others. That's just how the Nebula flows. Anyway, it's a pity. I feel sorry about this case too. Please say your final goodbyes to your family and relatives. I hope you dwell in retrospection and regret, and regret again, until the very moment your limbs are torn apart. Hate me all you want. Ah, but don't resent the entire universe. Or the Oort Cloud. The universe was fair; it is lonely and silent. The Oort Cloud will mourn your deaths, still holding you in its embrace.