Journal Entry # 1645

What you hoomans call Munday was the worst day I've ever had on Urth. Which compared to days I've had in the Snarfploopin galaxy isn't all that bad. But by itself is very bad. Firstly as I'm finishing my clones in one of the sub basement labs, that bastard of mine Drummy McSheen hacked into my systems. He severed the neural transmissions prematurely, he set all the clones loose and told them to attack me, and then about a dozen of them broke out of our lair. So after getting knocked unconscious and coming to much later and hunting and killing 5 clones, I track one of them to this Urth Koffee Butt place....and there I find Tsar-Djent Peckerhead and Spasmodeus on stage playing an Urth Mewzik show. Who apparently had played an entire urth show with the clone up until recently when they angered him and he stormed off. I mean that should have been a dead give away it was a clone. If I storm off and don't try to kill you, then I'm a clone. Oh and then on top of this, the Tsar-Djent asks me to help them finish their already botched show. Which....well actually that wasn't so bad. Apparently a hooman was celebrating the day of his birth and he and many of his friends expressed much gratitude for my helping finish the show, and the hunting of evil smoldyface clones. They then showed me a leafy urth substance thats...just...just great. Why didn't you tell me about this before? I had to procure some for my studies, but it cost urth munnies, so I had to go take some off a hooman and you know how THAT goes. Luckily the hoomans just gave me some...as long as I agreed not to shove my mutated death slug down this other hoomans throat so I could get his wallet.