I'm from outer space.
For serious. I'm an alien.
Meep morp.
I just said, "this banana smoothie needs fewer ingredients" in my planet's language.
Well, one of my planet's languages. Like yours, my home planet hasn't united into a common creed, so we all bunch up into communities with our own languages and customs. It can get pretty annoying, like how where I'm from it's normal to hold one of your proximal appendages up to your carapace when meeting someone new, but if you travel to Tfonk (as many people do between levels 178 and 179 of their primary education), they take grave offense to such a gesture. I'm not sure why. And don't get me started on their food.
Anyway, I just wanted to say what's up. Earth is cool, I guess. It was difficult adjusting to an oxygen-based atmosphere, since oxygen is a noxious and highly combustible element (where I'm from, it's like our gasoline), and your 7 PSi of air pressure was a bit of a hurdle, not to mention the fact that my perception of 7 dimensions can make it a little difficult to interact with you people and your meager 3, but I try to adapt.
OK, you got me. I'm not really an alien. April Fools and junk.
Unless I am an Alien and our equivalent of April 1st is when we are morally obligated to reveal any and all secrets. If that were the case, I don't know what would be the deal.
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