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[Zukeenee]

Comm ID: Brakelatabasaasta
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So. What's been happening? Well, I dunno. Not a whole lot, apparently.

Starting with the Treeple. There haven't been any Treeple sightings in like a bajillion-- well, in like a month. So with that, I'm lowering the Official Treeple Threat-Level Indicator'„¢ from Code Hardcore Techno to Code Smooth Jazz. Stay on the lookout. They're hiding somewhere, I know it. Plotting their next move. I think the flowers outside my dumpsterhome are spying on me.

But with that out of the way, on to the usual stuff.

How are you today, Brakelatabasaasta? Oh, I'm fine. My head hurts a bit, but that's probably just because I've been hitting it with this old boot for almost an hour now. Oh? Why are you doing that? Well, you see, I had this headache earlier. So I thought I could smash the headache out with the boot. Oh, silly Brakelatabasaasta! That's not how boots and headaches work! It's not? No! You need to fill the boot with painkillers, then smash it against your head! But wouldn't that make a mess, spilling the little pills everywhere as I wave the boot around? Well, yes, but it'll make a pretty mess. Those Cryer-people make colorful headache-pills, you know! It'll be like a shower of rainbows! Hm. Okay. But what about my head? What about it? Well, will the rainbows help fix my head-hurt? Brakelatabasaasta. Your head is a rainbow.

And then Brakelatabasaasta was a felt-tip marker.

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Oh, and some stuff happened in New York today. As usual. But this time, it was even worse that it normally is. I dunno, I won't dwell on it too much. I met my TOTAL BESTEST FRIEND EVER Dawn-o'-Hugh flying his Vespership. But then a Junkman was all, "Hey man, I'mma steal your crew." And Dawn-o'-Hugh went all "Well you can't have my crew." And the Junkman started going "pew-pew-pew-fwoosh" and Dawn-o'-Hugh go away.

Then the Junkman and a few other tiny people pushed a sleeping Liberty Bigship into Manhattan's atmosphere. And it a'sploded. And they laughed in their strange tongue, saying such things as "navy sux", "were can i buy ur ship", and "lol". I dunno what planet they were from. But it sounded foreign.

Oh, and then my TOTAL BESTEST FRIEND EVER Master-Commander Tikuf-Tikuf showed up. But he didn't help much. He just sat and watched, as is his place in... places.

And then a bit after that, my TOTAL BESTEST FRIEND EVER Mr. Oppenheimer came along and asked what had happened. And I told him.

And then I got sleepy and went back to my dumpsterhome. I dreamed about lobsters and motor oil.

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