Journal Entry # 1,631

The Tsar-Djent and myself have been isolated on Urth for some time now. While I am still trying to find a way to better establish contact between dimensions, the Tsar-Djent makes good use of himself befriending the hoomans. The Divine have trained a fine emissary. We have established a very primitive base of operations using what we could salvage from our crash and we've both managed to "acquire" our own Urth dwellings. Our plan to start a "band" and play hooman mewzik is going...eh. We're meeting nice people and spreading our messages, but Drummy keeps mouthing off and being insubordinate. I try to repair him, but as he is evolving, he now has a consciousness that is beyond tinkering with. Also I'm a horrible guitar player. I spend my free time instead studying your species and your history. Your habits. Your culture. You are an interesting species. I love studying your philosophers. I also love your cheese. Oh I found a place called a "grocery store" that sells all kinds of different cheeses! But I need Urth money to buy the cheese they tell me. So I turn around and proceed to stab the hooman behind me and take his wallet to pay for the cheese. Apparently that's frowned upon on Urth. I can't go back to that store anymore.