From the outside, it seems just another part of the park. From the inside, however, it simply couldn't be more different. What I'm speaking of, of course, is the alien mother-ship in which I report to Visser Three.
Every other week or so, I and Cloragan-327 fly the Bug fighter to New York, to report on our progress. I've successfully turned more than 500 younger humans – teenagers, like this host body – into our hosts. I feel I am long overdue for a promotion, though I would never dare voice this to my boss. At any rate, entering the mother-ship is rather like when Han Solo enters his Millennium Falcon in this host body's favourite movie, Star Wars: A New Hope. I enter into the grey-green, aerodynamic star ship with a loping grace. Cloragan, whose host body is a human teenaged female, much like mine, named Kendall, entered behind me, stiffly alert.
The inside is beyond Earthly belief – though, being a Yeerk, I am not of Earth. The main room is a beautiful pyramidal structure with a sloping roof. The walls are such a shade of white, they make my host's eyes water. The same is quite likely of Cloragan, though I don't look back to check. We proceeded into the main corridor, which is the colour of industrial steel. It was narrow and uncomfortable, shaped like a rather tall and think rectangular prism. I could smell the dog-like stench of Andalite, and knew instantly my superior was in the room to my immediate left. Cloragan and I turned, gulped instinctively, and, soldier-like, awaited orders to go in.
When we did, the fierce and frightening sight of the Visser paled the truly terrifying torture devices hanging from the wall. There was an Iron Maiden from Earth, a Chellebecc from the Taxxon world, a Jortumdara from Julies, and a Stretcher from our own home planet. Visser Three was much more fear-inspiring. Sure, Andalites are blue centaurs with long, sharp, scorpion-like tails and stalk eyes, but that wasn't what was truly horrific. What scared me half to death were the, as this host would say, "negative vibes." The Visser radiated of pure, unadulterated evil. I proceeded with my report, bowed, and exited.