Location: EARTH; SKOOL
Environment: UNKNOWN
Time: 7820 Ligas (9:09 am )

I duck through the crowds of pig smellies, unseeing their faces. They all look the same and my Pak registers them as such. They mean nothing to me, are worth nothing and will one day soon be just horrible memories as they burn under my almighty fist.

My antenna twitch under the hated, itchy wig. Apparently I am a 'freak' in the eyes of the humans at this establishment. With no knowledge on the subject I assume it's a good thing and keep walking, eager to rid myself of their stench.

But, out of the corner of my eye I see a streak of black hair rising up out of the sea of miscreants. It's shaped as a scythe, mimicking an irken's antenna. Instinct has me in its grasp, body tensing in preparation because I know there's only one human in the entire world who has hair like that, who moves that quickly through the terrifying crowd. Only one person who would ever want or have a reason to.

Locating…Dib.
Environment: HOSTILE

In a flash I am ready; in seconds I feel the rush that must feed him as well. Our fight begins this way every day. In the hallways of the skool. People duck out of the way, knowing there's violence to come although now they are so used to it they never stop to watch unless particularly bored. We are the sideshow everyone has memorized. Only we never tire of it.

Warning!: Pak logic does not comprehend…

I stop in the middle of the hallway, to glance backwards at my back. Huh. That's rather annoying. Never remember it ever doing that before. Perhaps it was this earth air.

Shrugging I mentally disable the little alarm and turn back to grin at the human child who is smirking at me with that devious glimmer of determination and a promise of a thousand deaths. I can't help but shiver as if I'm cold.

Stupid earth air.

Location: BASE
Environment: UNKNOWN
Time: 3447 Ligas (4:15 pm )

I come inside my base, ignore the random squealing of my minion, and stumble into the elevator that brings me to my lab. There's pain this time. He'd gotten a good shot in. I can admire the skill it took to make such a well placed mark on my perfect body. I had let my guard down for a millisecond it seemed and now I was paying the price. But, oh the Dib-Stink would pay for every drop of blood I was losing with his own.

But, now I had to heal. Now I had to do real work. Research. The doors open and the large expanses of my beautiful lab are revealed.

Healing Initiated.

Once the nuisance is over and done with I flop down into my favorite chair, and crack my knuckles. I begin with looking up stuff found in the Dib-thing's book about aliens.

Within ten minutes I am sure that everyone on this planet is insane. All of it is complete dookie and I close the webpage rather nauseas. Honestly, how much could one learn from a stupid human's butt? In all my life I had never once heard of anyone using such a thing as an 'anal' probe.

I add this to my growing list of stuff I know about humans. Apparently they believe aliens just go around and poke at their behinds. Sniffing distantly, I am prepared to work on some of my inventions when something catches my eye on the side of the screen.

It's this delicious looking confection. Odd because after a few months of living here I had assumed humans just ate poison. But, this actually looks yummy,sugary…I click on the bar and it brings up information on where I can find this treat apparently called, 'ice cream'.