BS: Are you aware of Betelgeuse?

BF: The dead clown guy?

BS: The star.

BF: Michael Keaton?

BS: The hot one.

BF: ........Michael Keaton?

BS: I am going to ignore this gag and continue.

BS: Earlier this year Apophis came in relatively close contact with a red supergiant star located within the Orion constellation, Betelgeuse.

BS: Shortly after it became widespread scientific news that the predicted supernova of Betelgeuse had rapidly sped past the expected growth rate.

BF: So Apophis is something... conscious?

BS: Something conscious that can seriously damage stars tenfold the size of our own.

BF: Something... related to you?

BS: My sister and I were put here to destroy Earth should it evolve to a point of endangering the greater universe.

BS: While our abilities remain untested, I have hypothesized that a likely catalyst for the desired effect could be a biochemical agent designed to stimulate the sun's natural energy exhaust.

BS: It's not too much a reach from that to also assume that my sister and I are just small infantry compared to what my origin species is capable of. We're much like two co-pilots in a mortar run, whereas our superiors could have their fingers on the triggers of much much bigger bombs.

BS: If word got out that we were sympathizing with the humans and refusing to perform our duty...

BS: They'd surely come and finish the job themselves.

BF: But there's no proof of any of this?

BS: The proof is my existence. I had to have been built by something. I had to have been placed here. Something must have the kind of power I'm imagining. And something with that power is actively fucking up stars on its way to this very planet.