Journal Entry # 1,643

We are, obviously, still stuck on Urth. We've been here for....nearly two Urth years now. I have been painstakingly studying everything there is about this world and all the critters on it, because what the fuck else am I supposed to do? That's my thing, it's what I do. I'm a Dahk-Tore. Not just a. The. Last living. Anyway, I have also been trying to repair a communication array to reestablish contact with the divine. But still no luck. I do not have the elements I need. It seems certain elements that are common where I'm from, do not exist anywhere on or near your planet. I must create them from nothing somehow. Fortunately, that's my specialty. In the mean time, I decided to see how Tsar-Djent Peckerheads mission has been going....not good. It's not his fault though. How can you hoomans not get past Proverb 1?! How hard is it to be good to each other. You think since hoomans are so self righteous, that trying to become the perfect species would be your number one priority. You know, so you can rub it in all the other planets faces. It took your dolphins 3 days to get past Proverb 1. They're on 17 now. Do you know how many dolphins died in the War of the Big Blue Wet? No you don't. Because it never happened, I made it up. Dolphins don't kill each other because they're not idiots, you idiots. Maybe they're the superior life form on this planet. At first we thought hoomans, because of your civilization, but we realized that's not the proper word. Civilization implies civility. Then we thought surely your population. The numbers don't lie. But by that logic flies could be your dominant life form. Nah, I'm sticking with the dolphins on this one.