The three Discordians continued to stare at the heavens in a prolonged communal silence.
Well, Skripto emitted one thunderous belch, but otherwise...
There were huge cyclonic storms chasing each other around Eris' equator, turning the ruddy orange to a reddish hue where the storms pulled up cooler gases from the deeper troposphere.
The Hodge and the Podge continued to snipe at each other, no doubt pursuing their endless argument over which should prevail.
A school of curious Scrubbies peered in to the biodome as they passed, imitating those who stared outward. Finally, Mal broke the silence.
"What more could we ask, gentlemen? What more could we ask."
With that, he shook the hands of John Henry and Gypsie, gently touching their Pineals in salute, and walked off towards the tallest spire of Pueblo Bonito.