Captain: Galecto Inspector, do you read me?



Galecto: Yes Captain.



Captain: Status?



Galecto: Completed.



Captain: Your mission was to land on the dirt ball and explore it thoroughly.

You were to monitor the activities of a common life on the dirt ball and study

people's lifestyles; their general habits of living in their strange society.



Galecto: Yes.



Captain: Have you done that Galecto Inspector:



Galecto: Yes I have Captain.



Captain: Very well, may we have your report?



Galecto:

A strange place this dirt ball is

A lot of guns a lot of rich folk spittin' on bums

A lot of hoodlums.

These are just the bums that are really pissed off



Captain: Why?



Galecto: Probably cuz they've been ripped off

By the system.



Captain: Oh.



Galecto:

Cops

They ride around in little cars

And throw folk behind bars

Like little jars

They're supposed to be there just to serve and protect

But they just punch faces a lot, and choke necks

Then they got the higher ups they call judges

And they rule the land

This I don't understand

First of all they like to dress this bitch up in a robe

On top of all that



Captain: What?



Galecto: He's mad old.



Captain: Oh.



Galecto:

And he hates anybody that lives different than he did

Back when he was a kid

But that shit was like 400 years ago

Captain



Captain: Yes Galecto



Galecto: I just don't know

Any kid that was going to jail



Captain: Yeah...



Galecto: He'd look me dead in the face and say "stale"

Then my cloaking device must've went dead



Captain: Why?



Galecto: Cuz that old ass judge looked at me and said...



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This is our world, this is our world, this our world

So get the fuck out



This is our world, this is our world, this is our world

So get the fuck out



Captain: Very interesting, thank you Galecto Inspector.

Now probes Data (day-ta) and Data (da-ta) do you read me?



Both: Yes, here sir.



Captain: What information were you able to gather for us on your recent voyage to

the dirt ball?



Prof. Data (da-ta): This is Professor Data.

My transmission signal is weak and communications shattered.

We came in contact with several different specimens of life.



Dr. Data (day-ta:

Everything has gotta price even if it's wrong or right.

Upon sight, people judge and stereotype

Their forms of government and religion are glorified.



Prof. Data:

Purified as the waters that are now polluted

Members of the flock recruited for duty locked up or instituted.



Dr. Data:

This is Dr. Data

I phased with the planet to see how they medicate her

She's high off the cane

Depending how you slang

You can get most anything

From a nickel bag of grain

To a lucy worth of cane



Prof. Data: Maintain communications, Data here again.

Their leader is determined by the vote of many men.

Although he's only human, and slightly overweight

He controls and manipulates their whole United States.



Dr. Data:

I called to the White Castle

Secret Service on the phone giving me a hassle

He said the information I requested was denied.

Before he hung up the phone he took a deep breath, stopped and replied:



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Captain: Judging by the information so far collected, the dirt ball may not be

the ideal place to land our craft.

After receiving this information we'll make the final judgment.

Fleek, are you there?



Fleek:

I'm here, but hold up Captain

Cuz this ain't good

I'm getting chased by some fat rednecks in white hoods

I think they're trying to kill me



Captain: Well what do you mean?



Fleek:

It's seems they've gotta problem with the fact that I'm green.

I guess on the dirt ball they all hate each other

If it ain't where you're from, it's your skin color.

Let me get my phasertron out

Hold up



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Captain: What was that?



Fleek:

I smoked them.

But what really fucking turns my tentacles

Is there relationships

They swell each other's lips

I see men that ain't shit in their daily life

So they come home drunk

And beat their wife

She forgives him when he said he didn't mean it

You ask me they can both suck my petty lip

I give up Captain

Beam me back to Zelaloovie

Oh, another thing they love to watch horror movies

But you're not allowed to be scary on a CD

They tried to ban this one group ICP

I went and seen them in concert

Jay grabbed me by the head

Then he took his microphone and said:



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