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I have things to trade to you for your round metal disks! (are those tasty?) But they're not ready just yet! My Mom said I was good offspring for giving you gifts before, and now she wants me to sell you stuff
I think she has big huge hopes of me becoming an enormously rich intergalactic trader and buying her a planet of her own. I'm trying my best Mommy
So she is making big Mommy fusses now....Have you done this? Is there enough of that? Did you fill the shuttle with enough fuel to compensate for the cargo's weight? Have you downloaded all the star charts you need? (I've been there before Mom, I
know the way!), Don't let that snargus eat that you silly child!!!....
Parents! Are humanoid parents like this? Your Wishie human looks scarily like my Mom today, what is going on! Please don't you start treating me like I'm still only 500 stellar years old too!!!
So when Mom
finally lets me leave to complete my journey to you, I shall arrive with cosmic goods to
pay for Mom's retirement biome fill your store!
Look out for me soon!
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