Comm ID: Brakelatabasaasta
Transmit to: Brakelatabasaasta
The war with the Treeple has been... difficult. Things aren't going as planned. Or rather, things are going exactly as I expected them to. Things are going badly.
A couple of days ago, I met a "Juan" who was floting around all ominous-like. He was a radioactive trashcan, but the Zenonman called him a Ghost. Juan-Ghost told a story about stagecoaches and death, and mean people and mean Treeple. Then he started tryin' to be all "Treeple are your friends!" and I was all "Your face!" so the Juan-Zombie started shooting me with explodey-toobs. Bert was able to stop some of the explodey-toobs with his green-bits, but there were just too many! And I'm not happy about it, but when Juan-thing didn't stop launching his explodey-toobs, I had to use my lightshow-makers on him! The Zombieman went ka-boom and Brakelatabasaasta went I'm sad now!
I'm still quite shaken...
And yesterday... oh, yesterday... A terrible day.
The Treeple's Flying <strike>Circus</strike> Garden-Fortress showed up in New York! A Pleeceyman guided it to Manhattan and went all "Blahbdy blahbdy blah! Take a look at our wonderful planet!" And the Garden Salad undoubtedly went all "Muah-ha-ha, evil scheme evil scheme..."
It saddened me greatly to see that the honorable mighty Pleecemen of Liburtyland had fallen into the EEEEVIL clutches of the Treeple. The Pleeceman even referred to the Garden-Ship as an "Ally"! Luckily, the Freaky Treeple Ship left the planet without causing any damage, and took off with the Pleeceman down a whoosh-ring.
Yet the Garden-Mind still spoke to me. We had... discussions. Unsettling discussions. Discussions of inorance, or discussions of lies... the Treeple still believe themselves to be of some "help" to the Who-mans. Mark my fish, though, the Treeple can only bring great destruction to all that they touch. They think they can live peacefully with us, but only one side will emerge alive.
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