Parking tickets. Like, in space. Shouldn't the planets' police give you parking tickets? How do you park in space? Why no one ever comes to see us for cool things, just for, like, world destruction and stuff?

(peter, one damn word at a time, one question at a time! but at least, he remembered the cat, so he'll point a little theatrically to the town.)

We should get food and a crater for the cat, considering our tech is gonna, you know, poof it. Good ol' normal cat catching. Yep. And, yeah, I eat sandwiches on top of them every now and then. Pretty far from home, but kinda okay, since I avoid traffic and everything.