Journal Entry # 1,622

Since the Tsar-Djent and myself are, for the time being, trapped on this planet I decided to spend the last few days immersing myself in Urth culture. My findings were fascinating. Firstly, I went to an Urth library in search of information regarding your world. Now, since my world is in a dimension parallel to yours, obviously there will be some similarities. But these....connections I found were so bizarre, that even I was surprised. For example...and he'll hate me for this...The Tsar-Djents species,...the Clucken...slightly resemble Urth chickens. With a little Hooman mixed in. Its hilarious I keep asking him to lay me an egg....he tried to shoot me for it...Oh and Star Wars? In our dimension that's not fiction. That happened. I must get the DNA of George Lucas to see if he is really hooman...I see species I know are real, beings I've dissected and toyed with, being written of as if just a figment of imagination. I could go on forever. Oh also, what is your cultures obsession with "football?" Tons of hoomans, inebriated, screaming at a screen showing an image of man running with a ball while others chase....I don't get it Urth, but you can keep it. Your traditions are strange. Now if you'll excuse me I must go see if I can beam a message across dimensions using a radio, a squirrel brain, and a cheese grater...oh yes I almost forgot....Cheese...that's your saving grace hoomans, as you put it. As long as you have cheese you're safe.