This is going to go around and bite me in the ass. Imaginably, it will. I lived on a different planet and judging by the way people are on this one, I came from another galaxy. When the fuck was I teleported here and why? Here one can rape some delicate purple hair thing only with a lusty throw of eyes. Some super-power these humans must have. I was just looking for the bus station, lady. How was I supposed to know you were abused as a child, was actually a man before and now you call yourself a Woodfurr because your parents fed you pork and not avocado? Why would you assume I’ll give a fuck and call the police on me? I just got here. I am sorry! My eyes are moving in too fast appointing me to a heap of trouble, you know… always looking for tits, the bigger they are the more complications my brain has to deal with which, sometimes, makes me to take the wrong bus. On my planet we all take the wrong buss, just for the fun of it – whenever we discover a new song, whenever we have new conclusions, whenever there is no bus driver, whatever we don’t call the cops because the bus is late.

Some butterfly came back with a vengeance and made it all snowing.

FIN

VonBeer