I have been asked by Gorgo to relay a message verbatim. Please do not hold me accountable for the language or lack of proper grammar and do be thankful that at least I ran the spellcheck.
Uncle Gwarnik, hey, how you doing? How’re those lovely wives of yours? Lil’ Gwarnik still trying to go pro?
Listen, I know you got my last message and, hey, I can understand why you wouldn’t want to respond what with that little explosion on the outer rings. But I swear to you, it wasn’t me! Come on, would Lil’ Gorgo ever try to send the planet onto a collision course with the moons on purpose? I just wanted to go bowling and, ya know, it being the middle of the night . . . Anyway, we’re family!
Look, I’m in a little bit of a bind here. Sees, me and a couple of friends, good guys both of them, we were just heading out to ZptIny for a little R and R and seems our ship kind of took a turn for the worst. I know, I know, I remember all the lectures about buying anything from the Oidu!
Anyways, I’m begging ya. I promise to pay you back. I mean, not like the last time kind of promise. I swear for real this time. I’ll go work on a uyto farm shovelling klkl if you just get us off of this rock. You wouldn’t believe these creatures. They’re bipeds, can you believe it?! They don’t even know what gravity is! They think there is a being up in the sky who grants them wishes!
Barbarians, all of them, and I can’t stand it anymore. This is worse than the time I glued myself to the loopoo tree and had to wait until its mating cycle was over. Talk about some nightmares.
Your loving nephew,
Gorgo
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