Rruyshah wasn't having a great day, and it only got worse when she saw the bill. "What is the Tourism Wing spending all this money on?" she asked.
"Food, Exalted One," some low-rank informed her.
"I'd better tell them to cut down on that, shouldn't I."
"Yes."
"Incorrect reference! Precede or follow any communication to me with "Exalted One"!"
"I'm sorry, Exalted One."
"Better." Rruyshah instructed the building's internal computer to relax gravity by a power of 42, thus allowing her to access the tourism wing. "Let's see what's behind door number one…oh goody, the Yeerk Liason Office. What have you been up to?"
"Liasoning with Yeerks, Exalted One."
Rruyshah slammed the door shut. Nothing of interest. Onto the next room. "Who do we have here?"
"Committee in charge of marketing to semiomnipotent beings, Exalted One."
"And how has it been going?"
"Very well, Exalted One. Would you like to hear our new slogan?"
"No." Next room. "Who are you?"
"We are the attractors of humans, Exalted One, and we are annoyed."
Another member of this group said to the first, "She asked who we are, not how we are."
"Yet it's true. We are annoyed."
"Why? Been eating too much?" Rruyshah asked.
"Nope. The CICOMTOSB stole a phrase that we researched on Earth."
"Dare I ask?"
""One is the loneliest number", which they follow with "so come to our sector and hang out with The One"."
"And so you have just been moping around? Pigging out, perhaps?"
"Oh no, we have our own slogan for the humans, Exalted One." And one of them produced a rough draft of a poster. Need to end a series? Toss a manuscript over our way and we'll finish the job! In small print it read: Quality neither guaranteed, nor likely.
Well, at least they'd been keeping busy. Rruyshah moved on.
"Hello Exalted One. Come to check on us?"
"It depends. Who exactly is "us"?"
"Andalite tourism hub. Check out our new ad campaign." Before Rruyshah could refuse, a hologram popped up. "Sick of the two-hour time limit? We'll give you a mouth you can keep in your own body! Kelbrid space…it's a happenin' place."
"Indeed."
There was only one room left, and Rruyshah knew it was the Hork-Bajir Ad Team. "How goes your work?"
"We've been done for months. All we need is a sign that says "Come here, it's pretty"."
"So now what are you doing?"
"We've decided to take on the task of distributing information to the Taxxon homeworld. But first, we needed to get in touch with our inner Taxxon…"