It will, soon. Soon.
The harsh light shone, seeming to judge.
The forbidden words await on your lips.
The shadow on the Moon began to move. (Alternately, "The shadow on the Moon began to shift.")
Alas, it was done.
At last, it was done.
And the darkness hugged the world.
Deliberately, warily, we prepared. We would be ready. We would.
The never-known word became, finally, truly, known.
All had fallen.
All had risen.
"This is the 'Too Many Cooks' of burgers."
"Stop it or I'll share my horrifying Gary Busey dream with you."
" *Yeager flies supersonic* *someone else flies supersonic, flies right up to Yeager's plane* *someone fires gun through special hole in their plane,…