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It was just another boring afternoon...
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| So cool. I'm levitating, hovering a few inches above the ground. Kinda like a hummingbird, only without the silly beak and all. | |
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| Perfect manouvrability! I can turn around at will, without flexing a single muscle. | |
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... but our Kid knew how to have fun.
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| Ha ha. Turn left, right. Left, right... never touch the ground. So I won't stain my new shoes with fresh martian poo. | |
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| Excuse me, earth child. Now would you be so kind as to let me use your toilet... or teach me how to take off? Outdoor bowel evacuation is so undignified. Help me! Please? | |
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