
They mean well. They just don’t know what “well” means.

Diplomacy begins with dance.

Not gangsters. Just aggressively curious.

Now every conversation ends in a solo.

Our heroes have no mouths, yet somehow scream.

Held every seventeen moments. Bring your own goo.

They’re not invading. They’re just… enthusiastic.

And Gloob is not emotionally ready for guests.

Please wipe your feelers before re-entry.

…The translation was close enough.

He just stood still too long during the ceremony.

Even their shadows are optimistic.

They offered you a loveseat. It meant respect.

Bring snacks. The captain is a spore cloud.


