view, mutants, my lovely little podlings! after a gestation of the equivalent of roughly ten thousand years on your dimension’s time scale, mrs. shredmor has delivered me this threesome of fine podlings! how lovely they are! pity you will not live to see even their pupae stage, as your world will be gone by that time at the rate at which humans are wrecking it. if only you had stuck to the bicycle, as you had been instructed! how i long for the day i see the third eye open upon their foreheads and start their adult diet of beer and bacon! remember, mutation is not an end, but merely a means by which to glimse the beginning! dr. shredmor.
20
Jan
07
one of those lil-units got aholt of my rear wheel on Trail 4, clearly adapted to grasping a bicycle as one means of propagating. i had time to appreciate it finding me while waiting for The Shredder (i did keep a safe distance, though, as she was ready to push me into a mesquite bush). the likeness of your podlings are everywhere!
damn you, earthling! you have uncovered our plot to infiltrate you all!
It’s ten to twelve and I can’t get that shit out’a my head. Going to be a long night…
-M