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Hope you liked the first. Here's the 2nd!

Entry 2

Watched kinky anda porn disk I found in Elfangor's fighter before I blew it to smithereens. (Elfangor's fighter! Not the disk!) Kind of monotonous, really. A bunch of female Andalites getting tied to trees with vines, then mounted. Got bored. Alloran seemed to enjoy it.

Alloran is much more passive now, though. Hasn't fought back as much as usual. Getting a little worried...

They're very obssessed with big rears, these male andalites. Kept seeing close ups of booties on disk. My small Yeerk mind found this most disturbing.

Apparently the basic idea of mammalian reproduction is to spend months just growing the brats in a biological oven and then the female has to push it out, which sometimes takes several agonizing hours. Stupid mammals. PARASITES RULE!

Went to Anger Management 101 for Vissers on Tuesday night, at the Pool ship. Was most disturbing. Imagine an enclosed, metallic walled room full of angry Vissers, at different "decision stations ". I usually try to avoid this class. But as my "Visser Casualty Count" reached an all-time high this month, I was called the Council of Thirteen and given two choices. A month of these classes nightly was one choice. I won't mention the other one; it was rather obscene. So there I was, in Ms. Sweeny's clutches again.

"No no Esplin! We don't decapitate helpless subordinates. We gently try to ask them what their problem is and why they're so incompetent. We want worker cooperation. Not fearful obedience."

I nodded, then screamed at the dummy.

(WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM! WHY ARE YOU SO INCOMPETENT!)

She stared.

"Okaaaaay. That was...better. Now we don't scream it. We speak it, Esplin..."

Visser One, who stood in line for this station behind me smirked. "Duh, Esplin." She laughed derisively. "You moron!"

"Shut up!" I snapped, trying to ignore her for the billionth time. She was one of the main reasons I tried to avoid other vissers. Especially this accursed class!

"But since you didn't kill it this time, you get a gold star!"

"This is so retarded." Visser One muttered, shuddering.

That was the only time I ever agreed with her on anything.

I went to sit down. I looked back and saw her slapping the dummy; jabbing her thumbs into it's eyes. I smirked as Ms Sweeny shook her head. Ms Sweeny said something. Visser One flicked her off. Then Visser One kicked the dummy in the nuts. Visser One, scowling, sat down with no gold star. I gloated. She pinched my arm. I yelped.

"Now settle down everyone! Gather round! It's time to sing the Yeerk Empire Anthem of Brotherly Love!"

"What about Sisters!" Visser One snapped.

"Yeah!" Some other female Vissers said.

I snorted derisively. Feminists. As soon as I finished with the Andalites Bandits...

"Those too." Ms Sweeny said, speaking in a 'Calm down now!' type voice and looking a little afraid for the first time since I'd known her a whole year.

"Now lets all hold hands."

Several groans filled the room.

"Now don't make me call in the Council's guards again..." She said. Hork Bajir wearing the Council of Thirteen's colors, standing near the doors began to pull out electric batons and Dracon beams no doubtedly set on 'Stun'.

We all quickly held hands.

"Okay now, let's all sing!"

We sang incredibly off key, some Vissers quavering or muttering and most eventually fading out towards the end of the song. Ms Sweeny tried to direct us with a rah rah attitude, but to no avail.

You don't shoot

and I won't fire!

We're a happy

Yeerk Empire!

In a great big pool!

With an Andalite

for me and you!

Won't you say

You can staaaand

meee

toooooo!

"Yay!" The insane Yeerk with a small, blonde, human female kindergarten teacher for a host said.

"Can we leave yet?" Someone whined.

"No. I think we need to sing that again with a bit more spirit this time-"

I sent her a mental image of a very painful death via thoughtspeak and she got the picture.

" Or we could all go home." She said quickly. "You know, I think maybe you guys have shown enough spirit. Yeah..."

I ran gleefully down the hall to where my Blade ship was docked, knocking other vissers out of the way.

"Hey!"

"Watch it!"

I got to the door and it immediately opened for me. When we were in space above Earth again, Chapman asked me

"Well Visser, what did you learn today?"

(Honestly, I have no idea. BUT I GOT A GOLD STAR! SEEE!)

"Well. That's nice. We'll just put it on the control panel with the other...4 stars...so the Council's inspector can see."

(UH UUUHH!) I whined.

"Or...or you can put it somewhere else!" He said, snatching his hand away before I could lop it off in annoyance.

(NO! I want to put it on my tail blade!) I stuck the little gold star, somewhat ripped now, on the tip of my blade.

(Yay! Now it's pretty!) I said. (Seeee Chapman!) I shoved my tail blade in his face. Knocked him out with the flat of it. It was an accident. Really...

He's still lying there on the bridge. Maybe I better go send someone to go wake him up. Yeah. That might be a good idea...there's hungry Taxxon's on this ship...and gay predators...