You switch channels from STINKY CAT BOY, to SMELLY DOMMYMOMMY.
Boy, you hate the person who named the FENESTRATED WALL CHANNELS, that guy was probably an idiot and deserved to die a horrible death.
Any who, you look at your QUEEN. She seems to be in one of the planet's many cathedrals.
Who's this "jegus" guy you hear yourself think. Your planet's religion is based off of hating frogs. That's it, frog hating. Why frogs? Why the fuck not. They're ugly, they're stupid, they make dumb noises, and only babies fucking like them. You're not a fan of frogs, if that wasn't apparent. But the hate is a deeply seeded hate that all Dersites feel. It's a fundamental feeling. Just like humans to conquering, monsters to caring, and Cats to fucking lounge. It's why your queen tasked you with the Cat. Everyone knows that Space players are prone to bringing about frogs. I mean, frogs are a part of every session, and the space player is some sort of harbinger of sorts.
It also doesn't help that the Prospitians are a bunch of frog fuckers, who built their whole society off of a moon of the Frog planet. And that the two of your societies are nemeses. While their too busy loving every aspect of frogs, your here busting your butt figuring out how to stop the froggieness from even happening. Speaking of which, the Queen looks pissed.
She looks like she's about to bust out of the screen again. Typical move, if only it were true...