HONORED TO HAVE Darkmoon AND kand GRAB FTF HONORS ON THIS!
It is a scout. Watching. Waiting. Soon the invasion will begin. Soon GGllorrbb will arrive. The Inexorable. The Ubiquitous. The Subdoer of worlds.
{The environment here is similar to that of its homeworld: wet, muddy, gurgly, slimy, a wasteland. It has begun the terraforming process others just like it have begun elsewhere around the globe. Take in the sights, sounds, and smells of the Earth's future.}
Come. Pay homage now. Get used to looking up to one who is your superior. Let your name be written in its catalog. It will be presented to GGllorrbb upon his arrival--as a list of those willing to accept the dominion of the Almighty without question. Without the use of . . . forceful probing instrumentation. As Larry the Cable Guy says, "You know, aliens seem ta got a thing for redneck fellers!"
Oh for heaven's sake, just come sign the log! No one wants you to end up walking bow-legged, and squinty-eyed in pain, for the rest of your life just because you were pig-headed or lazy!
Bring a pen and tweezers and, for God's sake, don't drop the log! It would be in your best interests not to have to bend over in its vicinity. You've been warned! Thanks for looking!