Sweet alien, with purple and golden feces, say hi. I want to walk with you but you’ll just march in circles and coil me in leash, I don’t want that. I’ll pick up the Laker’s themed dung with this Wal-Mart bag, remind me to wash my hands when we get back to Mars. No, you won’t even say hi, why should I be so dependent on a NotHi Excreting Poody. I hate that about you but when you sneeze I smile, just because. I was the one. I ate your last Twix, but not for the flavor, for the name. Twix, Xiwt, that was a friend, his name was Twix. You ate him so I ate yours.Sweet alien with purple and golden feces, you were adopted.