**bzzzzzzzzz..... WHUH?? O! dang space-narcolepsy. That’s what I get for trying on those pointy boots and listening to that music with the weird horns.
Mission 3
Unizone Lucky Dashboard Bobble
Unizone Shield Boosters
Unizone Cloaking Device
By the 144 Space Godlings and their Celestial Winged Chariots flying above the 6 Eternal Hexes of the 2 Warring Hives: I AM TIRED and fain would lie down.
The Not Worthy hasn’t even refolded hizzelf in a week or more. I pointed this out, and he said
taunting me with those d**n boots, again…
One last piece of advice for crazy space lizards or space bears or tailless space scorpions out there:
#DON’T MESS WITH THE BEE YOU’LL GET THE HORNS
[Je suis venu ici pour botter le cul et obtenir le pollen, et je ne peux trouver aucune pollen.]
