"I have been waiting to do this for four and a half billion years," hisses God. "Let's burn this motherfucker down!"

She raises her arms in the air, throwing up ironic metal horns for the fun of it. Starting from her outstretched hands, the world crackles and rips and shreds itself into nothingness. Behind it there's nothing but inky blackness, full of writhing, squamous flesh.

The Administrator has a few seconds to see it before the ectoplasmic shell she inhabits created by Morty's summon is shredded with the rest of existence. The deeply unconscious Morty has a second more. God cackles at the top of her lungs as she fades into nothing.

And it's all over.