Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Mission Log: Day 4
Fourth day here on this planet called earth. The large ones continue to babble incoherently at me. Perhaps their intelligence is primitive. They poke and prod me all day, but I cleverly thwart their plans by feigning sleep or releasing the poison gas that is our natural defense. Unfortunately, they seem immune. However, the one they call "mom" produces a stream of nutritive fluid. I must investigate further.
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Jasper now likes to look at pictures of Nadja. He keeps requesting to see the one where "the papa is giving him a bottle" (he's a leetle bit unclear on the gender thing.)
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