IIIII DON'T WANNA WORK, I JUST WANNA BANG ON MY DRUMS ALL DAY.

IIIII DON'T WANNA PLAY, I JUST WANNA BANG ON MY DRUMS ALL DAY.

...You know, you lose something in the translation from K'ung-Fu-tzu's original stanza. Bummer.

Is quiet. Too quiet. This calls for over-sugary bevvies with more fruit than Carmen Miranda's summer hat. Shush, Nix! You're not the boss of me! Nyah nyah!

I love watching this world, especially from orbit. It is amazing to see. And the space station here is nice.

Right then, following the adorable little doctor's example, keep a lookout for me, darlings and pigeons.

Feeling a little Hendrix this time around, if you know what I mean!

Lorna! We should go drinking!

So, I hear there's a shin-dig with fondue and some loud music to be had.

Anyone out there that goes well with melted chocolate feel brave enough to accompany me?

Is that all people do around here, then?

Get wasted and cry?

Sunday mornings can really, really suck.

Muggers are dumb in any world.

Wandering this world is fun!

The longer I stay here, the more natural it feels to wear these skins. Part of me wishes there were others like me here, and part of me is very glad there are not.

If there were, I would be very nervous. My people are generally even less sociable than I.

Oh my... how is this possible? Noooo this is impossible, well maybe not but very unlikely.

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I hate to say it, but I almost miss home. This place is almost too quiet!

Seraphims.

I need a distraction, anything, everything, just start spewing the random at me.

So... what was that? Because... going from a spaceship, to an apartment fitted out like a spaceship? That is incredibly weird.

This looks like Earth, but I can't reach anyone I know, and what happened to all the damnable Skrulls?

What is going on here?