Journal Entry # 1,635

The seeds of influence we have planted begin to take root and spread. More and more hoomans hear whispers of our presence. They desire to see our performance, to be enlightened by our message. They bestow wondrous opportunities upon us, to help further our cause. Most recently, we have been allowed to open a performance with the Urth band Psychostick, as well as a few others. Now, my research indicates that it will be a crazy night....with a 90% chance that either the Tsar-Djent or myself shall become seriously injured or intoxicated.....it seems sometimes the two are on and the same. Needless to say, we shall give quite a performance. I'm worried however, about Drummy's constant disobedience. This time, though, I'm prepared. On an unrelated note, having almost reestablished contact with the Divine then failing, the Tsar-Djent has retreated into his quarters. The instant reconnect/ disconnect with the masters he served under for so long infuriated him. No matter what his path is, it always serves the Divine. His species lives for it. Well, that is unless Tsar-Djent Peckerhead returns to his home planet with Urth alcohol. That substance does a number on Cluckens. They may get a little sidetracked, so to speak.