Well, once upon a time there were people, according to the intellectuals. They said, “If there was not a God, we would be forced to invent one.” Once day, two married people, a man and a woman couple, got together, but elsewise. I mean, they hand in hand dropped all ineffectual pretenses, realized they were only animals, and followed a clarion call.
They entered a car that they owned, drove out to the desert, and stripped off all of their clothes. It was the Red Desert down in the American Southwest. They stuck their black people butts up in the air, cracks in them and all, and began to run around in the desert like that. It took years, no decades, no centuries, no millennia…their passing generations grew smaller. Also, real Black people joined them. Many other “humans,” in fact, did.
After millions of years, they became small, insignificant, little lizards.
So anyway, it was a lot later, and they still had human brains. But they were different than ours, in an awful lot of ways. Also, the nuclear war that wiped out all of humanity came and went, without our “new” lizard folks. They just survived it, for no known reason, and the cacti around them kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger. So did the lizards. Natural selection began selecting out all of the bigger lizards to reproduce. You can see it coming.
In a few years, what looked like giant Tee Rexes but wore the most mellifluous feathers, scales, gorgeous skin colors, beautiful attractive darks and lights, were stomping towards the former big cities. In order to comprehend their former selves better, they thought inwardly.
“Hey,” said Dinah, “How are you doing, Horatio, what is shaking.”
“I am looking over the scenery, and it must be our honorable ancestors, the people. However, they are obviously dead from nuclear radiation.”
Another female got curious. She wasn’t as brainy as the others, so she strolled lightly over to one of the other buildings. So lovely that she was their Queen, she peered into an office window, gazing at everything inside in a loving way.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, “There are still people in there, and they are still doing…something.”
“Is it Mad at Max?” crooned the King. He blackly stroked her errant backside. “C’mon, they know better now. Let’s take off for where we…you’re right. They are not what we used to be. Well, it may be better than puking.”
And so they began eating the former people, who deserved what they got.