Hello.

Please hold for a transmission that I was forced to write against my will from myself on behalf of the entire Galactic Federation.

I'm sorry that I haven't sent any transmissions

in the last year.

I'm sorry that I put my peneal gland into a Faraday cage so that my bosses couldn't find me.

I'm sorry that everyone was worried.

I'm sorry that you got none of the messages you were

meant to get in the last year and the only reason I'm back is because I had to come

to Earth to earth to try to score some ketamine from Coachella because I heard they had the good shit.

I promise to be back and to record all of the transmissions that I am contracted to record and get them to you in a timely manner.

Even though time doesn't even exist anywhere else but here but for some reason I'm supposed to prioritize

this job over what I want to do even though this job is telling you to do whatever the fuck you want.

Seems very contradictory to me, but whatever.

I lost a bet.

My... Whatever, I lost a bet. My regards, my warm regards,

because I don't want to get in trouble, the Galactic Federation. Oh, I mean. Oh,

Oh, Oh. I wish. I think What do you want to do you want to feel? Not you might die already and you're living in a dream

and someone there is this happening,

tell me do you I don't feel

he existed to a man that this ain't look a step up. exist in your manner this

and stuff underneath me. I'm going to do. I didn't. I did. Hello, welcome to AOD. You know, it's fine. It's a five-year contract. It's halfway over. It's totally fine.

Lock going on. Missed a lot. So I'm going to try to catch you up.

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