The Star Trek (TOS) planet killer (“The Doomsday Machine”) would be adding some extra tonnage.
(Link to earlier thread on similar subject.)
And I see that Chefguy posted the same pun in that thread as in this one!
ETA: Roux (I had to look it up myself.)
Well, for one, I think the term “beach body” would have a very different meaning.
That’s jus awful.
I knew I’d heard it somewhere before.
My brother seems to be one.
Everybody would have a big butt.
I do believe the Southern Ocean would be the best, fer shore.
Well, Galactus certainly wouldn’t be the only super-dude-who-eats-planets coming to check us out. There’d be a line all way around the block of the galaxy.
But, man, the Silver Surfer would have a field day - would he be the Silver Ladler in this particular scenario? Poised atop his cosmic ladle?
Speaking of surfing, given the higher viscosity of gravy vs. water, what would Big Wave surfer guy Laird Hamilton be up against? Just how high could a gravy wave go?
And, waitaminnit: wouldn’t we welcome tsunamis? We’d line up at an appropriate spot, holding hollowed-out bread bowls.
That one time back when for 20 minutes would have caused an early Rapture with so much heavenly goodness.
Throwing shit down in quarries would be tough, given they would be filled with gravy.
On the other hand, I suspect eel laden hovercraft would glide nicely over the stuff.
How Hal Briston would behave I don’t even want to think about.
Thing two on any list would be “gravy”
The poles would have fat-bergs.
My hovercraft is full of veal.