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I was born on the wrong planet, by accident of course. I had myself a soft spot reserved on a nice little rock orbiting a campfire in the Easy Way galaxy, where I was to be born and raised as one of the planet's premier critics, specializing in fruit tasting and tongue-bath rating, but I showed up late and someone had taken my seat. I try to see my tardiness as a blessing in disguise though, I kinda like belonging to a race of junk-obsessed insane hairless monkeys on the brink of collective suicide, and I can't imagine that having sticky sweet fruit juices licked off my body all day is any kind of a replacement for earth's 8 hour workdays anyway!