In the year 3050, the world as we know it will come to an end. Not with a bang, nor a whimper, but with a loud, wet, and extremely smelly sound.
The Doomsday Cow, a behemoth of bovine proportions, will rise from the depths of the dairy farm and march upon the cities of the world. Its hooves will stomp, its udder will splatter, and its manure will fertilize the very fabric of reality itself.
They say the Doomsday Cow is a harbinger of doom, a sign of the apocalypse to come. But we say, "Moo-velous!"