Oh, we won't fall off into the ocean, rather, we'll simply float away from the mainland and get to create our own country. I'll be the new ruler of said new island nation and we shall christen it, "The Republic of Nutland". Our national flower will be the 'bud' and the only allowed vehicle will be the motorcycle - no skooters, as they are gay and will be banished to the Kingdom of Gay, currently known as, 'Texas' (though some may argue that title should really go to the Twin Cities area).
Unfortunately, we will lose access to our landfill, currently called, 'Casa Grande, AZ' and will have to find another. It shall be called, 'Clovis' and we shall call it's gate keeper, 'Toecutter'.
As the new ruler, I shall be called, 'His Supreme Awesome Magnificence" and will have my pick of the 'Belles' of the land of Nutland. Henceforth, Toecutter shall be a lonely man...
One final decree that Nut The Great shall make: All of our toilets will flush into the states of New Jersey and Ohio and their residents shall shout with glee at their new found good fortune!
The End
Now go to bed and get some sleep. All of you!
PS I hope I didn't miss anybody!