HPFT3
A Day ? A Week? A month? Years? How long since i've been denied paradise? As Pen progressively drank the waters day by day, glimpses of of the people's thoughts that once inhabited everywhere ocurred to him, he was getting stronger, smarter, superior to those wretched ugly creatures that abandoned him .
He Grew a whole feet in height and developed a core. He could shoot laser from his eyes , fly and create barriers just like those monsters.
Why? He pondered in his mind . That powerful psychic scream leveled the earth around him, as the memories and knowledge massed on his mind, he had realized he no longer was a pet, or a penguin, but a God, The God, first of all to come after him.
Penpen decided to recreate life on that planet, and make it better than any previous lifeforms, better than those sad, hateful, greedy creatures that he once called masters.