James D. Williams
The pressure gradients here on Saturn create vast island of polymers with possibilities of which you Earthlings have only the slightest idea.
Do not be surprised, if I, Snott, Emperor of Saturn, put a herding moon into orbit around your pitifully small planet.
I will embrace you with strings of mucous and you will feel invertebrate joy as I absorb you into my princely being.
Don't let that crap about metallic Hydrogen fool you!