Dear Mak’ achi-lun b6.3.1,
I know you don’t understand what papa gotta do now but when you be
older you’ll get it. I been sent to Earth to study the humans. We
hope to understand them. You know, son, this has been an impossible
task for anyone in the Federation of Intelligent Life Forms (FILF)
but our Drakha’nsÑora believes I can get some insights. Maybe one
day they could be fit to enter the FILF, but I think it’d probably
rain chocolate virgins on Chequoa VI first.
The closest I’ve found to intelligent
life is from a continent called Africa, where many people speak up to
six languages. You be shocked, my boy, I know: even the stupidest
members of FILF can communicate in 250 and these are the wisest?
Yes, my son, the rest of the humans mainly speak just one language
and many find that too hard.
On day 1 I landed my vessel in Dadaab,
a small town in Kenya, and copied the configuration of 3 adult men as
my disguise. I will be reporting on how to be human and live with
them.
Your father,
Scha*-lun b6.3.7
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