December 14th, 2011
Ok, well here we are on but an moon. What are we looking for?
“Any trace of the monster’s influence,” say M8s. I’m not sure what sort of traces we’re looking for, all I can see is this little heap of broken rubbish on the flore.
“It could be a clue…” ponder M8s.
Suddenly, Sharon’s thoughts are beeming into our heads! She is in distress! She has used her psykick powers and learned that… that… O NO, the pile of rubbish is not a pile of rubbish, but the remains of a sentient being who is a pile of rubbish! He was called Mister Spoon, and he used to have a bottle for his body, spoons for his arms, and a jumble of other stuff for his other stuff!
Sharon says the monster came by and and and… and pulled off him head, unscrewed him lid, and swallowed the contents of him bottle!!! What a HORRIBLE monstrous thing to do!!!
“THAT FIEND,” say M8s, furious at the terrible creature’s thorough disregard for basic sentient lifeform decency. “He came to but an moon… TO SWALLOW MISTER SPOON.”