Journal Entry # 1,639

Hoomans, I must apologize. It has been far too long since I’ve spoken with you on here. But we’ve been rather busy recently, and with the arrival of Spasmodeus, and Drummy…well, being Drummy, we got distracted. After Spasmodeus showed up at the Urth mewzik show with drums…he made from his spacecraft, I don’t know why. Anyway, Spasmodeus outplayed Drummy, and ever since Drummy has been in sub-basement 6 throwing some kind of fit, and emitting a foul stench like a decaying body. I should go down and check on him, but I’ve been rather tied up. The Tsar-Djent and I have had our hands full. First, we had to teach Spasmodeus about Urth Mewzik and he had to learn the rest of our hooman mewzik. Then, he wanted to write a song. So we did that. And the Tsar-Djent keeps trying to teach him about the Divine, but they both love drinking Urth's alcohol so much, that they get all intoxicated and start swapping stories. But it’s boring to me. Peckerhead is always telling old war stories, which I don’t think are interesting until after he got blown up and I got to rebuild him and replace his genitals with a twirling plastic tube. That’s when his stories get a lot more entertaining. And Spasmodeus tells stories about how his people worship suns and his parents were scientists who were exiled and later killed. Which is sad. Almost makes me cry…which is why he only needs to tell it once! Anyhow, aside from that, we have spent our time with further studies of this planet and your species. And we promise when you see us next, we will be just a teensy bit more hooman. Maybe we'll have some sort of...gimmick or something onstage. I hear hoomans like young dogs. OR, maybe I could show you a little snippet of footage in the future of a new song? It’s not quite done yet but….maybe.