27 Terran years since the Mothership planted me on this desert planet. I have adjusted well to this strange body and I can move quite convincingly now. I just wish these human females would leave me alone. Every time I tell them we are incompatible they think I'm too "happy" (that was the word, I think) and take it as a challenge to disproove me. Their efforts are futile, as their strange rituals do not have the planned effect of making me sad in any way. On the contrary. As soon as my job of protecting the Silent Hunter Project from future travel intervention, I'll go back to Zfoijawho to my hairy wife and 1 ton children.
Or stay... hmmm...
Being "happy" here doesn't sound bad, with all these females...
THE END
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