Henry Longfellow

Far off on a small farm in Norway, a extremely old lady, about 90, stepped out of bed. Her face was covered in wrinkles and she could barely walk. Hunched over holding a small cane, the lady began to open up her mail.
“Oh, how wonderful! MY little boy has sent me a letter,” The old lady croaked, “Let’s see, ohhh! He wants me to go and visit him in Virginia. He’s even included the plane fare.” The old lady moaned as she stretched out her old back.
“I hate to let my boy down. I guess I’ll just have to head over. I’ll get a taxi service.” Hunched over, she walked over to a small cabinet and took out a phone book. She dialed the number of the closest taxi service and arranged for herself to be picked up in an hour. The old lady packed her bags, and in a short time, was off to the airport.

Location: Connor Miller’s house
Time: 8:00 AM

Connor Miller sat in front of his computer screen doing the entire years worth of homework assignments that would eventually be assigned. See, secretly he had stolen the list of assignments from each of his teachers’ houses and decided that since he had some free time, he might as well do the homework. If he did them now, he wouldn’t have to do them when he didn’t have free time. Anyway, as Connor continued to write his essay on mutated zebras, the power suddenly went out.
“Oh %$#*! I was almost done with that report too! Those #@$% power lines, I should tell the company to either get new ones that don’t go out or I’ll be switching to a different power company. Eye Yie Yie!!” Connor got up form his seat and walked over to the kitchen.
“Let’s see, maybe I’ll have a sandwich or something. Nah, I’ll just have some cold water with ice.” The boy opened his refrigerator to get some ice, but was surprised to find out that the ice container was empty.
“That’s weird! I bet my mom decided to take another ice sculpture for those museum folks again. You know I really wish she wouldn’t use the house ice for those sculptures.” As Connor said this, he heard the front door slam. Then there was the sound of footsteps and dripping water. Following these noises was the distinct drone of engines above the house. Connor stood still with the fridge open as three tall greenish blue fingers walked into the room.
“You are Connor miller, I presume. Actually, don’t answer that. I know you are Connor miller because Plutopians don’t make silly mistakes. I arranged for you to be here today by yourself. Anyway, Connor, Do you Like Hetty?” “NO, for both meanings, I hate him, and I don’t want to kiss him.”
“Good, now Connor. The plutopians want to offer you a job that will help you get revenge on Hetty. See, a couple months ago, Hetty made a deal with us, he said in trade of giving the human brains to him he would keep our secrets a secret and he would return out son to us. Anyway, he broke one of those promises and i don’t want him breaking the other one. Now we, around 95 plutopians, are stranded deep inside the rainforests of Brazil! Because of the destruction of Pluto, there is no planet with a super satellite dish close enough to read our weak signals of distress. However, our head technician is working hard to build a transmitter beam powerful enough to be read by a medium strength satellite dish. Once this transmitter is finished, we will be able to contact the largest of Pluto’s three moons, Charon. Charon is equipped with Plutopian ships and will come to our aid. Then we shall call for our allies to help us settle a new planet. Connor, we need you to help us break into NASA space center to steal some parts necessary to build out transmitter beam. Will you work for us?”
“You know what...I think I will. I am sick of that Hetty getting me to do whatever he wants me to do anytime he wants. I’ll do whatever you say to try and get revenge on Hetty. Not to mention I haven’t stolen anything in a while. I could use a good stealing session.”
You know what. I’ve got two things to say. They kind of correspond to each other so I’ll tell you the first one, then the second one. The first one is, in case you didn’t already know, I’d like to tell you that I’ve created Hetty Movie based on the first Hetty story. I can’t exactly put a movie down on paper like a I do my stories, so I’ve posted it on the Hetty site. You can check it out, it is available on a MAC computer, but you may have to do an extra step. The second thing I wanted to tell you, is this funny that happened while I was registering for my hosing provider for the movie. The sign up required that you type in your first and last name, phone number, address, country, company that you work for, and your zip code. Now, I don’t’ want a bunch of bozos calling me, my parents wouldn’t be very happy if they did, so I filled it out with fake info. The form obviously was checked by a computer and not a person. I wrote that my name was Bernard Zonalo, my phone number was just 7 random numbers, I said that I lived in Toyo Japan, the Company was Grave digging inc. The zip code was random numbers. You know what else, they said they would email me if the information was verified. I received the e-mail three days later. My account was created. Stupid huh?

Location: an absolutely Random Pizza place
Time: 10:00 AM

Hetty sat at a table next to Tim Ropp, two plumbers, two Prisms, and a very nerdy looking man.
“Tim, my buddy! Glad you could come to eat pizza with me! I know some people would’ve taken you out for expensive steak, but hey, you’d rather have Pizza, right.
“Well, I’d r-- ---“
“Don’t answer that. Anyway, We’ve always been friends, right?”
“Well, yeah I guess.”
“You guess? We’ve been friends for years, buddy! You’re always doing stuff with me and helping, you know? There’s nobody I’d rather have help me than Tim Ropp, that’s what I always say! Right?”
“Well, actually, you usually say if I ever bother you you’re going enslave me on your sugar plantations in Cuba and I’ll never see the snow of the north again.”
“Tim! That was just a joke. A joke buddy! We cool about that?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Great! Now, about that sample easy button that you got. May I take a look at it?”
“Well, see it’s kind of-------”
“We’re friends remember. Friends show things to other friends. Now show me the button.”
“Yes sir.” Tim took the sample easy button from his pocket and handed t to Hetty.
“Mr. Douglas, please open up the energy tracing software I installed on the computer and get ready to trace. Tim, listen closely as I tell you what we are planning to do. Okay, when you first received the easy button and tried it out, did you ever wonder how it got its energy to run and how it worked?”
‘NO?”
“Well, of course you didn’t. Because if you had, you would’ve have figured out that this small plastic device is much to small to have a generator inside, and the power of a small battery wouldn’t be able to supply it with nearly enough energy to do the magnificent things it is capable of.”
“Get on with it. My pet baby dragon is due for feeding soon.”
“Very well. If this device does not have any built in energy source, a very advanced transmitter must be sending it the energy. Now, I highly doubt that the owner of staples owns any sort of satellite transmitter like that, so obviously the power is being supply be someone else. Probably by the creators of the parts used to create the easy button. With highly sophisticated software I have created and a very intelligent Zoo security man, I shall track the transmitting between the easy button and easy button’s energy supply. Mr. Douglas, ready?”
“Yes, Hetty.”
“Good. I want a new pair of purple hiking boots!!” Hetty clicked the easy button. The laptop screen flashed, and words appeared on the screen.

Tracking signal...
Configuring World map...
Converting data...

Exact location not found.

Approximate location: Somewhere in Brazil.


“Okay Mr. Douglas. Now access the main computer of the energy source.”

Searching for computer connection...
Accessing Computer...

Could not access Computer. Access is blocked by advanced security Firewall. Password is required.

As these words flashed on the computer screen, A series of gunshots were heard form the back kitchen.


“Boss! They’re back I tell you, and there’s more!” The manager of the Place ran into one of the cooking rooms.
“Where is it?” The employee stared at the man in fright, then pointed towards the oven,
“The BACON!!!”


“Sir, I demand you tell me the meaning of this!!” Hetty got up form his chair. “It’s nothing to worry about, I assure you Mr. that in a couple minutes everything will be taken care of. However, my boss has told me just to take the precautions as usual. You’ll have to follow me through this tunnel here.” The waiter pointed to an old picture that hung crooked in the middle of the wall. More gunshots were heard.
“Very well,” Hetty said as the waiter removed the picture and the group of people crawled through. They walked down a long flight of stairs. Soon, the four men stood and the front of a huge underground complex made up of large machines. The waiter shut the door behind them.
“Mr. Couchi! Kindly log on to the head computer and boot up the super security door locks. Get some gunmen at the entranced too. We’ve got another invasion situation. Bacon this time.”
“Right-e-o Sir.” The waiter (I think we’ll probably gonna have to call him ‘waiter’ for now on instead of ‘the waiter’) Turned to Hetty.
“Don’t worry. You will be safe here. It’s maximum security with guards posted all around. Come, the helicopter is located just over there. We will gladly fly you away from here and leave you anywhere you want.”
“Wait a minute here. Why on earth do you have a bunch of giant machinery beneath this Pizza place?”
“Oh, well see this is our underground Spork factory. Pizza Palace often does not make enough money by just selling pizza and noodles. In result of this, the owner of the restaurant decided to begin manufacturing Sporks for fast food companies around the globe. It brings in a lot of extra income. Shall we get onto the platform now?”
“Yes. I guess we could go now.” As Hetty said this, there was the sound of cracking metal then a series of gunshots and screams.
“They’re breakin’ in!!! AHHHHHH, I need backup! Mr. Couchi…….AHHHHH!” A look of alarm appeared on the waiter’s face.
“Sir, Hetty your name right? Anyway, I suggest we get to the helicopter…. Now.”
“Hey! I don’t want to go to the platform. I want stay here and look at the machines!! Wow, I kind of sounded like Jake there. I guess I’ve been talking to him to much.” Tim yelled.
“Get moving Tim, you idiot!!” Hetty grabbed Tim’s arm and the group of men left the building. Once outside waiter greeted the helicopter driver and they boarded the aircraft.
“I’m taking off waiter!!! Coast clear?”
“Don’t know, I’m not by the coast line. Just take off Chopper!!” Suddenly, from the door waiter had just come through, three seven-foot tall strips of bacon walked though. They had sausages for legs and arms and a bunch of scrabbled eggs for hair. The guards at the door for some reason just fell to the ground. The waiter, though he tried to radio for help, was knocked unconscious by the large bacon.
“te are essscaping!!” Without a moment’s hesitation, the strip of bacon extracted a large blue gun from inside itself. The helicopter was shot down and crashed back onto the plat form. Hetty and Tim were pulled out of the helicopter, tied up, and loaded into small blue spaceships that lied hidden in the bushes. Then, Tim, Hetty, and the rest of the bacon took off to Brazil.

Location: O’Hare airport
Time: 11:00AM

“Mother! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, It’s wonderful you’ve lived for so long. Glad you could come!”
“OH henry, You know I could never let you down. Do you have a car?”
‘Why yes I do mother. I’ll drive you to own to my house now. I can’t wait to call my brother and tell him your here.”
‘Your brother. OH yes, I remember him. It’s been so long. His name’s Hetty right?”
“Why yes mother. I’m surprised you still remember him, with your Alzheimer disease as it is.”
“Oh, Don’t worry. Doctor bought some of this very advanced alien medicine from these weird alien dudes. He says it should cure me.”
“Oh he did? That’s great, I always did believe that man had friends in weird places. Oh, Mother, did I tell you I have a job.”
“No you didn’t. What it is?”
“I’m the producer of Barney! You would’ve heard about me, but see they decided to keep it a secret and have a different man get the credit. They don’t want people knowing that an old man is the producer.”
“Oh, that doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you’re the real producer. Let’s get to your house now. I’m really looking forward to seeing it.”
I was once watching this show about different festivals around the world. There was this one festival where you laugh in the mud all day. Another one was where you have to catch a deer with your bare hands and carry it alive through the village, and another one where you have to invent a flying machine and fly 300 yards over the ocean. The prize for succeeding is like 30,000 dollars. Anyway, there was a festival in which people run around riding bulls, broncos, and goats. They also wrestle bulls and do other weird things. There was this man eating a food, which he called ‘cowboy food’ He was eating and saying, “MMMMM, this is great. I like the nut ones best.” Then, after he finishes his plate, he says, “For all you folks who don’t what this is, I’ll tell you. ...Bulls’ balls”
Yeah, quite disturbing isn’t it. (Might take you a second or two to realize what the man’s talking about)

Location: Brazil
Time: 12:30PM

Hetty and Tim sat tied up inside a large Plutopian complex built deep inside the Brazilian forests hidden from both the sides and above.
“Hetty!! I hate you! You have gotten the third most powerful planet destroyed. Now, without life on Planet Pluto and no active machinery, Pluto has been taken off the earthling list of planets and been declared a dwarf planet. Take a look at this newspaper,” The Plutopian took out a crumpled piece of paper and showed it to Hetty, “ Pluto does not fit the characteristics of a planet anymore. Its orbit is irregular and is now considered a dwarf planet.” The Plutopian said in a high pitched voice.
“I’m telling you, it’s not because of Pluto’s orbit that it’s no longer a planet, its because our satellite and buildings and transportation modules have been destroyed!! All these years, Pluto has been the most known planet to humans next to earth and Saturn. All these years of Pluto being taught to children in science books, they decided to change it...and it’s all because of you Hetty.”
‘Hey, not my fault you tried to destroy earth.”
“Ahh, but it is. If you hadn’t begun to make deals with us and traded with us, we wouldn’t have ever known about earth and it’s algae. Anyway, we’re making a deal with you Hetty. We shall forgive you for reporting us, but you in return must A, return our son Jerry to us and B, bring a human by the name of Cody Walsh to us.”
“Cody Walsh. Why, he’s not Plutopian. His dad works for me, he’s a good worker.”
“That’s just what they want you to think, Secretly they are working with a very dangerous band of thieves living on Saturn. The two of them have helped these beer bums rob hundred of space banks throughout the universe. We want Cody, the Universal police is offering a very high reward for him. With this money, we can rebuild our shipyards, our then weapon factories. We’ll rebuild Pluto with the help of Charon, and get Pluto back under the list of Planets.” As the head Plutopian said this, Hetty’s phone began to ring. The Plutopian picked it up and held it to his ear.
“Hello, Hetty?” the man on the other end of the phone said.
‘I’m sorry, Hetty isn’t available right now. May I take a message?” The Plutopian told him.
“Yeah sure. Just tell him that mother is here. I expect him to come over soon, but not to early because I have a meeting with this one Jerry Perry dude who’s supposed to be the secret owner of Hollister. See there’s a meeting of all the owners who are being kept a secret. Oh and one more thing, there’s this guy and he said that he quits working for Hetty. He said he was Cody Walsh’s dad.”
“Just a minute sir.” The Plutopian put his hand over the mouth par to the phone and looked towards Hetty,
“Hetty! There’s someone on the phone for you. He says he wants to see you at dinner after his secret meeting with Jerry Perry.” Hetty took the phone from the Plutopian and held it to his ear.
‘Hello, who is this?”
“Hetty? IS that you?”
“Yeah”
“Oh, Hetty. I’m your twin brother Henry Longfellow! You won’t believe whose here with me. It’s our very own mother Zilpah Longfellow!!!”
“Uh Huh. Well, look Henry...” Hetty glanced at the head Plutopian, “You think you could skip the meeting with Jerry. See I can’t come to dinner very late, I’d have to come early ‘cause I have a special meeting with someone. I could just invite the Hollister owner to have dinner with us?”
“The Hollister owner? Sure, he’d probably be happy to come. He’s really interested in meeting me.”
“Okay, one more thing. You think we could have dinner at one of my friends’ houses tonight? See, they’re expecting me.”
“Sure.”
‘Great, I’ll e-mail you the location of our dinner as soon as possible.” Hetty hung up the phone and looked at the head Plutopian.
“Deal’s done.”
“Fabulous” smiled the Plutopian.
Did you know there’s a Henry Wadsworth Longfellow museum in Cambridge? Isn’t it a coincidence that that’s the same location as Hetty’s not so secret base and Hetty’s last name Is Longfellow?

Location: Transamerica Pyramid
Time: 1:30PM

Jake Berry sat in front of his super duper owner’s desk inside one of the offices of the Transamerica Pyramid. Cody sat next to him in another chair, and Miguel in another.
“Glad you could make it fellows. I just wanted to know if you guys were plann’in’ on going to great America again any time soon. I mean, that last time we went, WHOA WHEE! It was fun! So, we going again soon?”
“Well-----” Cody began however was cut off by a ringing phone.
‘Excuse me friends. I probably should take this call” Jake picked up the phone and listened. This is his exact conversation with the guy on the other end.

Jake: Hello?
Other man: Is this Jake Berry AKA Jerry Perry?
Jake: Yeah.
Other man: Listen here, the location of the meeting of all unrecognized owners has been changed.
Jake: Oh really? Where is it now?
Other man: These are the directions precisely. At precisely 3:30 PM sharp, leave the Transamerica pyramid secretly. Do not let anyone know where you are going. Take and head south until you reach an old town with many people sitting on benches drinking beer. You may also hear gunshots occasionally. Then, get off the bus and travel down into a long dark ally with nobody around. An old car will arrive on the street at 4:00. Get into the car and let the driver tie ropes around your hands. You will be driven out of the country illegally to the meeting place. Got it?
Jake: Sure. Take a bus to a small town with Gangstas all around, head into a long dark ally with known around. Get into a stranger’s car and let them tie me up. Right?
Other man: That is correct. If you happen to get lost on your way, they’ll be people watching you and will help you find your way. You can recognize them as tall men with sunglasses and brown trench coats. They may carry guns.
Jake: Okay, I get it. Don’t worry I’ll be there, I’m really looking forward to meeting the secret producer of the Barney show.
Other man: Good. See you at the meeting.
Jake: Wait, why are you going to be----

The man already had hung up.
‘What was that al about Jake?” Cody asked.
“Oh nothing it was just some kidnapper telling me the directions for my meeting today. Cody, do think you’d come with me? I’m afraid I’ll get stage fright and forget what I’m supposed to say.”
“Sure Jake. I’ve got nothing better to do. Maybe I’ll get Amnesia and get to skip school tomorrow!” I read a book about silk worms

Location: Brazil
Tim: 4:30PM

“Hetty! This is ridiculous, I can’t believe you decided to have our meeting in this place. There’s no purple anywhere!”
“Gray is nice.”
“Not really. Anyway, that’s not the only thing. I said you could invite the secret owner of Hollister, I didn’t say anything about all these blue alien dudes. Four is company, 99 is definitely a crowd!” Henry glared at his brother, then turned towards the doorway,
“Mother! Are you coming?”
“Sure I’m coming son! As soon as I’m finished teaching these aliens how to sew! After that are quilting, cross-stitching, embroidery, and knitting. It won’t be long.”
I bet you don’t the capitol of Nebraska. I do. Did you know there’s a Website Tim Ropp found off the Internet whose address is ‘http://hettysite.blogpot.com’. Isn’t that address just amazingly similar to the Hetty site’s address? I looked at it and it’s just this Religious site all about joining this specific religion. Id didn’t read most of it. I don’t know the details.

Location: Brazil
Tim: 4:50 PM

Hetty, Henry, Mrs. Longfellow, Tim, and the head Plutopian sat in chairs inside the Plutopian complex waiting for the arrival of Jake and Cody. They sat in a row watching the door, their faces not moving, and their hands still. Eventually, the large metal door to the room began to open. A short fat man with a white jacket walked in.
“HA, HA!! I’ve found it. I’ve finally found it!!” The man screamed with his hands in the air. The head Plutopian gave Hetty a questioning but stern glance,
“You’d better not have anything to do with this. For you sake” he whispered to Hetty under his breath., “Sir, I demand you get off my property or I’ll report you to the authorities. We are not doing anything illegal here, but you, however, are. Get out!!””
“Don’t play dumb you Democrat! You know what I’ve found, I have found the long hidden Democratic Sabotage meeting headquarters!! This is where all you Democrats plot to sabotage vote counts so that Democrats shall have a better chance on winning elections. Well listen here, the next president’s gonna be elected eventually, and I’ll tell you. I’m voting Republican!! When I get back to my house, I’m going to report you people and you’ll be arrested for tampering!!” The Plutopian looked at the white-coated man, then killed him with the snap of his fingers. He glared at Hetty and began to yell,
“Hetty, I demand you tell me where Jake and C----” Once again, the metal door to the room opened, this time allowing Cody Wash and Jake Berry to walk in side by side.
‘Hi guys, is this the meeting of secret owners? Tim, I didn’t know you secretly owned something. I bet you own a crate factory right? I saw you carrying a bunch of crates in San Francisco once. I’m not surprised Hetty secretly owns something. He probably secretly owns a lot of things. I know that he owns a beef ranch, that’s for sure.”
“You are here!!! Thank goodness, guards, kindly tie everybody up for me!!’ The head Plutopian said smiling broadly. Henry Longfellow began to speak,
‘Hetty, what’s going on. What is that guy talking about?”
“Nothing Henry. I don’t what he’s talking about.” Hetty said. The Plutopian turned to Hetty and began to speak,
“OF course you do Hetty. You happily agreed to use your bother to give me what I want. Henry is his name right. Yeah, okay Henry, thanks to your brother, I’m going to kidnap the owner of Hollister and this boy Cody Walsh and use them to regain power and restore planet Pluto. In fact, at five o’clock when the meeting was supposed to start, the torturing wills begin instead. You can all watch and I torture Cody Wash until he tells me the whereabouts o the rest of his space bank robbing gang!!” The huge clock in the corner began to chime, as the clock stuck 5.
As the clock clanged, Henry Longfellow’s pupils suddenly shrank. His breathing quickened and his arm muscles bulged. The man swung himself around knocking the plutopians standing around him to the ground. Henry let a long scream then lunged at the head Plutopian. He sunk his teeth into the alien’s flesh.
The Clock continued to strike, and slowly, from outside the windows climbed more small pupiled humans. Two of them would be recognized as the Thompson and Plank junior High band directors and the others just not recognized. They all lined up in a row with all four hands/legs on the ground. As two of them began wheeling a huge black pot into the room, the rest began to sing,

We were born with a problem
A problem indeed
We tried to eat
Our family

Yeah, we did. We were like, “Mmmm you taste good. Let me bite your fingers. Yummy!”

Our parents took out guns
They forced in the vanity
They told us we needed
To get some sanity.

They were like, “get in there idiots!” We were all stuffed up with the soap and sink pipes.

So we fought for control
And control we got
But it always runs out
At 5 o’clock

Everyday, in the evening we go nuts. Start eating all the humans around. Yeah.

We were taken to the doctor
The doctor doc. Fals
He said we were actually
Cannibals.

Yeah, he said that we would always enjoy eating human meat. I was surprised.

There was nothing we can do
So in the day we resist, from acting like a fool
At night we retreat to
Coxias do Sul

We all, like, decided to go somewhere where we wouldn’t kill to many people.

It is vital that we leave
At 4:30 sharp
If we don’t, we’re sure,
To eat more than some carp.

Yeah, I don’ t even like fish. Fish is gross, I like humans.

Nothing can stop us
Not even a gun
‘Cause we won’t stop eating
Until we’re done.

Yeah, I get hungry. Can’t stop gobbling. Almost got run over by a bulldozer.

You can’t stop us either
Not anyone,
There’s nothing tastier
Than a man with a gun.

Yeah, there was this bank robber robbing us. I ate him. He was good.

So watch out folks
Or you’ll scream a lot
We’ll grab you and tie you
And put you in a pot

We usually cook our victims in a huge black pot. We like making him scream “Mommy!”

We’re Cannibals!!
We’re Cannibals!!We’re not bats!
We’re cannibals!!


The Cannibals stopped singing and lunged at the plutopians. As the not so bloody Warfare (Plutopians don’t bleed. They don’t die once they’re eaten either. They stay alive until they get sick from the stomach acids) went on inside the complex, both Tim and Hetty discreetly headed to the door.
“Tim, It was nice being friends with you. But it’s over now, I’ll be radioing a helicopter and you’ll have to stay here in the jungle. Don’t expect me to give you ride.”
“OH, That’s no problem,” Tim snapped his fingers and a large yacht rounded the coastline and a rowboat began to head for shore. Three Prisms sat inside rowing it. “I’ve already got transportation for me. Cuba’s not very far from here.”
“I see.” Hetty said taking out a cell phone from his pocket. He looked at the phone screen frowned. ON the phone, were flashing words. NO SIGNAL.
“You know Tim. About what I said about not being friends. Is changed my mind. We’re are friends.”
“Okay”
‘Good, now about friends. Friends usually give other friends rides when their friends don’t have any transportation available. You think you could take me with you to Cuba. It’s right on your way. I’ve got an underground train at my sugar plantations there, and I can get back to Maryland. So can I ride with you.”
“Sure Hetty. But no funny business,”
“OH, now funny-ness at all. I’ll be good. Thank you for helping me,”
‘No problem. That’ll be 24,000 dollars when you get back to your base.”
‘What!!!???”
“You heard me. Can’t give rides cheap. With the gas prices these days,” Tim shook his head.
“Fine”

Hetty and Tim both go in the rowboat and were taken out to the Yacht. Hetty was given a room of his own, guarded by 9 prism guards of course. The plutopians managed to force the cannibals into retreat with the help of advanced powerful laser guns. As for Jake and Cody, they were taken prisoners by the Cannibals. They were not eaten, thank goodness, because by the time they arrived at Coxias do Sul, the Cannibals’ hide out, it was already 6:00. However, although the rage of cannibalism had passed, the cannibals still decided to have them tied to a tree, just in case the boys decided to blab to the world. Can you imagine how hard it would be to find a job if everybody in the world knew that you were a cannibal and fell into a rage every day at 5:00? If you can’t I’ll tell you. Impossible. Connor Miller continued to work for the plutopians. T he had technician has stated that the transmitter shall be ready for broadcasting very shortly. Charon will soon be contacted.

P.S. This Document has been written by Nicholas Makara. Miguel will soon appear. This day was the first day that the Cannibals went a without eating natural human meat. Plutopians aren’t humans.