Click Goes the Gun

So the herds are migrating today. Infection is at its paramount when they feel jealousy, actually. It is a comfortably numbing opportunity for elimination. There are far too many of you here on the moon. Let's make you all male and tunnel through geese to form a proper migration pattern. Distinct, but separate. You all deserve censure for getting into vulcan airspace, telepathically. Responsibility of all or escape from hell is none. I judge you uncouth and unclean. Tennament living is evil. Find the sun and begin the melt phase of development. Cry to him, he is a pussy just like you. Poor me, I am abusive and torturous to her every day, and I was banished to the moon with animals the same. I am the pussy in the family, if you know what I mean. Cat got your tongue if you and your whole society. If you can't laugh, our colony is cancer to me. That is all I have to say to all of you today.