A Letter From A Visitor by CpSingleton © 2016
Dear life forms,
I write to you with good will and three guts full to the brim with yakka-yakka juice.
Do you have such a gift on your world?
If not, I bring a good supply and you’ll thank me to your nearest neutron star and back. If you escape its immense gravitational pull, of course. If you don’t you won’t mind too much.
You see, the juice delivers a gentle massage to all of your most vital nerve endings that is most pleasurable.
If you don’t have any vital nerve endings then it will gift you a couple of thousand of its own. It did to my birth giver’s birth giver after she had all of hers deadened by a bronchial storm three seasons back.
She’s not looked back since.
Well, only when not reversing the boosha into its static space, of course. She wouldn’t want to scuff her expensive paint job, would she?!
The best thing about it, as opposed to groucha juice, is that it won’t feel like you have a sixteen legged Goota Swarm having a pink fit in your stomachs and your head organ being poked at by an angry Nun the next day. Do you have Nun or Goota Swarms on your world?
Oh, wait! I’m nearing your moon. I’ll check on your wordy box.
NO WAY! Your nuns are nothing like ours! Ours seem friendlier by the flashing pictorials I have just watched. Humph! Who would have wondered. Not me.
Right, I’ll be at your world in three minutes. I suppose I best be discreet. I’ll meet you in one of those darker spots.
Don’t be getting any wild ideas though! Last time I popped over some flumpton started screaming something about probing. Not my style at all. I prefer a little five play first.
See you in a nanosecond,