Journal Entry # 1,620

The Tsar-Djent continues trying to domestic my first Urth experiment, Pugly McRiblets, with little success. I had already been on Urth two of its weeks before we walked onto the land of what used to be a hooman farmer. Normally we're barely on a planet much longer than this before we leave, so I was already bored. At least on the ship I had my lab my books...gone now. Decimated in the crash, needing cycles of repair with resources Urth does not have. Some parts of my lab are beyond repair. I set out to search for a location for a new lab. Then I came back a mere day after genetically splicing the farmer with what he called a "Pig" to find our half decimated craft surrounded by armed Urth forces. I'm no fool. I know an enemy when I smell one, so I did not reveal myself. I had hoped to hide the craft at the farm to avoid just such a discovery. Why are you such an untrusting, violent species Urthlings? No matter. I’m the farking Dahk-Tore. Whatever they take, I will recover. No Urth facility could possibly keep me out.