Above you see the aftermath of my extensive identity re-assignment procedures. The medical technician said after the surgery I looked "almost normal." I was also overjoyed to learn that he (the doctor) was able to salvage my real nose.
Over the past few years on your planet I have obtained and have been dismissed from a plethora of assorted occupations. The most current of which is as a reviewer of "movie scores" on the World Wide Web. My supervisor has told me that my work
is "acceptable" if not "adequate." I hate this man. If the extermination of another lifeform was not ethically unacceptable on this planet I would have
terminated his lifeforces where he stood. Unfortunately I am trapped on a primitive speck of dust in the vast expanses of outerspace. I am beginning to hate it here as well.
But I digress. As I sit here I find the only thing that prevents me from succumbing to the tendencies of madness that I have been experiencing of late is the joy and feeling of accomplishment that
comes when I review a well written score. Thank you, my friends, for saving me from the meaningless void you call "Earth." Pardon my brusque tone, but I'd THANK YOU TO
