(This story belongs to "Mad Aunt and the Libertines")
"...As Ah here, almost doin' nothin' for these ugly bugs, Ah observe their behavior. These kephalites are always talkin' 'bout work, work and more work; for sure they want us - the humans - to work for nothin', but they are gettin' the best part of all. They control the Board of Directors, so they control the Statements of it all inside here. But they won't control me, they will not! Ah feel alone in this place, nobody seems to be alike me, not even humans, they also worship the goddess that sits on a diamond throne. But Ah keep on singin' inside me, Ah keep ma voice for maself, for nothin' else but ma friends!!
As Ah leave, my head spins 'round a melody with violins and an orchestra along it all... Ah can see the score leadin' me home and Ah can see my partners followin' me directly to Heaven, from where that song came at first... 'We can be worst' they wrote on the wall with red paint... but we are keepin' the same... we remain as we were born.
- Que vamos a tocar hoy? - said someone. As if I speak Spanish... what a wanker! I speak different languages including the Kephalitean, but not Spanish!
They saw my quavers and semi-quavers in ma head... so they played along with me...
So cool for me at the end of the day..."
