Dr. McGee, lost, I mean really misplaced, on this new sphere, rather I should say trapped on what he originally called the Dark Planet, after the Galaxy burped all its guts, and gases up and out of its black hole, to form this new world and tiny galaxy, was at this point not a happy camper, not completely. Now on this sempiternal world for a year, an alien planet without an official name, Earth is becoming a formidable memory. But this day his mind is stirred, shadows in his mind stirred are being formed, he sees, not sees, hears female voices afar, he feels a strange warmth to those voices, per near a fervor develops, he drops his fruit, devouring it no more. The closer the voices come, the more aroused he becomes. He now moves branches in his way, the sun blotched his vision, shaking his head, putting an elephant type leaf over his head for a hat, he recoiled his vision quickly, he waved madly as to be seen by the seven shadows, in the far-off distance. They are females, young and lovely. Without pause, he keeps waving his hands in burning contentment.

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