As the Alternian sun begins to set, you, Clerce Haboot begin to rise from your recoopracoon for a nice long evening of sitting in your hive and doing absolutely nothing. Well that's what your lusus always says you're doing, nothing. He just skitters along your hive ceiling, mocking your lack of progress in your scientific endeavors.
Endeavors you say? Yes! Plenty of endeavors are your specialty! Like this wonderful device you invented that scans and documents types of bugs! An entomologist such as yourself would find MANY USES for such a device. Oh but you didn't make it for you, you made it for all troll kind. You find your self a-
Oh gosh darn it! Your damn lusus is always poking you. Most objects that touch you tend to suffer minor radiation burns but your LUSUS being a COCKROACH is IMMUNE to your radiation! And what a bother he always is! Every time you try to speak to one of your friends hes always hissing in your ear, mocking your lack of quadrant filling! You've told him many times that you cannot mate because everyone you meet is an ABSOLUTE BAFOON. Well not everyone, you do fancy that Brownblood, Demeta, quite fervently!
That's who you made the device for isn't it? Heres an idea, why don't you make a device that heats up whenever a HOPELESS SHMUCK is near it! You can put it on your head and hopefully the HEAT WILL END YOUR LONELY EXISTENCE. Of course you're just being exaggerative! You're much more down to earth than that. As for you and your lusus you'll just have to deal with his CONSTANT CLICKING AND JABBING.
