This weekend experiments were performed on a little dreamer boy, James Henry Trotter. Apparently this pathetic little boy's parents died in an unfortunate rhinoceros accident. How tragic (for I'm sure we could've used their brains as well). His little mind was full of thoughts about centipedes and ladybugs and glow worms and silkworms and earthworms and spiders and grasshoppers all living in a giant peach. Not to be confused with Vermicious Knids, Whangdoodles, Snozzwangers or even Hornswogglers. We thought them to possibly be visions of other extraterrestrial kinds but that proved not to be so. Turns out this little tardboy actually did go for a ride in a giant peach. They just forgot to suck his brain out. We're going to have him read the book, "The Giver", to see how it effects the half of his brain he has left. We'll expend the results in the coming weeks/days/months... whenever we darn well feel like it.
And o boy did we get hammered of this kids brain matter. This was some really good stuff. It was like grain alcohol but with a nice mooshy peach texture and fruitious flovaroid.
UPDATE: It appears that old fish face Admiral Ackbar of the planet Mon Calamari crash landed here on your earth so we decided we're gonna suck out his catfish brain. We're not anticipating too much but it should be pretty fun. That crazy mistatical excuse for a fish alien has been pestering us for years. Its payback time b!
Happy hunting!
"It's a trap!"
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