Why do these humans lie in their food?
Oh well, may as well eat the blue thing.
Unable to consume entire blue object.
Reporting offensive smell emanating from armpits. Requesting guidance.
Scout around the current location! The best invader is a well-informed invader.
Scouting has revealed another room occupied by strange devices attached to the wall.
Gaze into the reflective object
Another human sighted!
He'll discover you!! Hit him!
Silence him by whatever means necessary!
The human appears to have fled. There is a red liquid leaking out of my hand. Reporting extreme pain.
Objects sighted behind human.
You're obviously some sort of jelly-filled pastry. Consume the filling, you must conserve strength reserves.
Examine the curtained area, maybe it's a repair center.
Paste consumed, metallic in taste.
Upon investigating the curtained area, I have discovered a water dispenser.
"Really, Holmes!" I dropped into my seat, shocked. "You are remarkably tall! What are you, six foot six? Six foot eight?"
As the 19th century diver approaches a giant clam, a flash of brilliant golden light flares from within the shell. I emerge in a swirl of bubbles and do the timeless universal underwater hand signals for the following: ZODIAC KILLER, KKK, BLOOD OF YOUTH
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