-- entry three --

i sang my song. it took just as long to sing as it did to create. he did listen after all. i still can't find his ears. he drools when he listens to me sing. my voice must be so sexy. he asked me to stop singing. . . he couldn't take any more of my sexiness! yuck, thinking about being sexy for bloaty-head scares me a lot. . . i shouldn't think about these kind of things.

some big round thing is getting close. master called it earth. it looks like a blue marble with mold on it. the pretty kind of mold that you see in toilets after five months. i hope it doesn't smell like that. maybe 'earth' is another word for 'poopy'. i know that fart means stinky. earth is a stinky blue marble with toilet mold. but what is the white stuff there? it looks fluffy. maybe it's smelly. earth fart!

when we land i want to tell master about my lifelong dream. i want to be a mongoose. i don't know what it is yet, but how could something with such a neat name be any less huggable than a spider? i like spiders. they suck the guts out of flies. i want to suck the guts out of them too. they're so tiny. . . i should try it on something bigger. the green head of my master is looking tasty to me. tasty like an earth fart. as long as earth doesn't fart in my mouth. can i fart too?

. . . i've been jipped again. i have no butt either. no ears. . . no butt. . . what else am i missing that i don't know about? i want to fart but i have no butt. at least i can scream. i'll make farty sounds with my mouth. earth farty sounds. i am the buttless robot, and i have earth farty!!!

[gir]