After my traumatizing experiences with the 2D shadow cartoons, I stretched out as far as I can go, and as I am not a gymnast, I found that I cannot stretch far. I contacted a suspicious phone number I found on a tissue. I got connected to a 'person'.

I told him my story. He simply responded with '', and afterwards he promised to find help for me. Later, I'm not sure how much later. Ten minutes to be exact, I was contacted by some sort of being. There was lots of contacting going on here, so I decided to make sure that there would be no more. After this, I realised that this being had spoken in a strange way, a way stranger than any other being could hope to speak. I'm not sure how he achieved this, but a theory I later came up with is that he spoke.

That is when the people in the ships came. These were no ordinary ships. These were ships designed to go into space, planetary movement devices, as I later called them. They politely asked me to be kidnapped, and I was taken to Jupiter. I was king there but it feels more like prison, man.
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First of all I would like to thank Lasers for his contribution of helping.

And send a hate crew to Zubin please, he is bad bad replay