The Poodle
"You know... it kinda just hit me that we're broadcasting on several planets. Meaning, we all; think we're totes normal looking, yet there's probably someone watching who's all 'Huh, wonder why these weird, monstrous people are dressing as totally normal people to sing...', you know? WEIRD." Yep. The effervescent randomness of Bea Wilson, folks. "So, that brings us to our next singer. She's a total dog, folks... in fact, she's The Poodle!"'
"I've spent my whole life being thought of as one animal or another..." The Poodle was shown sitting in front of a mirror, staring at herself, tilting her head slightly as she thought. "But a poodle is the one I heard the most. Tiny, cute, but with attitude to spare and one hell of a bite."
As she talked, the camera pulled back to show that she and the mirror were on top of a little rocketship, with an orange tabby purring as it slept next to her foot.
"I've seen it all. Love, hate, indifference... yet I still feel like everyone who knows me sees me for one thing. And I know I'm more than that. We all have our legacies... and while this won't be mine, maybe it can show people I'm more than they realized."