This little fella showed up on our doorstep the other day. You know how they say your pet chooses you? Well he sure as heck captured our hearts. We call him Mothy, and he's just the cutest little thing. Alright, his high pitched banshee's wail takes a little getting used to. And when he wraps his pulsating posterior tentacles around my leg and begins exuding a weird, viscous goo that vaguely smells of wet cardboard and sweage, THAT takes a little getting used to. But after he pierced my skull with his proboscis and revealed to me his planet's plans for the human race, well, just you wait. You'll soon have a little Mothy of your own. We all will. Resistance is futile. All hail Mothy!
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