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Oh it was a splendid party! You should have been there. Mutushi played Space-Taiko, we reverberated with them and the universe, even through the void! Managed to coax out some dark matter whales!

Then we drank Gargle Blasters and smelt the lemons of Visuvium absolutely everywhere. It was concentrated on Drock'gh's fishing trophy for some reason.

Then out came the birthday cake, and we sang, and I took a picture. Unfortunately my husband stood in the way and just glared at me.

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'There, smooth skin. No Scales', harumphed Ferkal.
'You're still green. And your head is too big. And you know the difference between a nose and a cloaca, right?', Altari looked up at his younger hive brother. Was he now too short? How did one grow hair, anyway?
Ferkal crossed his eyes in concentration, and sighed. Two pink fleshy hands grew from the flippers he had been so proud of a moment ago.
'Hands! good.'
Ferkal beamed with pride, 'And another cloaca!'

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Paul McCartney said "If slaughterhouses had glass walls, everyone would be vegetarian".

Well the Poseidon Singularity put test to that. He didn't like the quiet in the waves. He didn't like the dead water. He certainly didn't like the fishing plastic.

So he made us see, until we didn't want to anymore. He rotted it, fish heads to the tails. Seas of mulch. Every boat, everything afloat. Hallowed air, foul to us now. The waters ph lowered.

Everything died. Even he.

Then will we.

@ewdocparris I think often about the times I buy some clothes, watch the clerk neatly, lovingly fold them in a way the fabric will never know again, and see them hold back a tear as I open the rucksack full of crap from the last five stores, stuff the grabbed rags in, and zip-up violently before it all explodes.

Making life long enemies is a young man's game.