"I'm such a look at the moon person!" Plato's coal-rimmed headlight eyes blazed with titanism on the dark side. Squirming tentacles looked like they stretched to infinity.

The earthling said out of the blue, "Travel, long-range plans, upsetting persons around, could make this a disturbing and unpredictable day. Events in the world not doing much either to cheer one up... is Saturn in retrograde? So the great pyramids, was that you guys?"

"That one was actually all you. Way to go with the ramps and wet sand."

The repairers of creation converged on the immense scofflaw. "No way! We landed on the moon! Look at the size of that thing. Nothing?" Noy sighed as the crew busy at control stations paid no mind to the new guy.

"Hey, my eyes are up here." Then the solipsistic culprit became nanosized to split the watchers in their concentrated search. She wanted to live rent free in their heads to plant seeds of doubt in each that would quickly grow into distrust about the abilities of the others. When the gaslighter attempted to sway Faida, the little but fierce molluscoid patted the conical carapace on her smooth noggin and snidely remarked, "What world you from? It warms the cockles of my three hearts how you do-gooders can have sympathy for these anthropoids. How long does it take for their fontanelles to close again? Tell me if I'm wrong, but since those bags of meat belly crawled from the kiddie pool and started walking on dry land (bipedal locomotion... hilarious) and have no shell of their own, they're overcompensating by covering their world in one made of concrete. Since the minute earthlings developed thumbs the place has just gone down hill. They've made more plastic pink flamingos than there are real ones. Every other planet containing life has at least one moon and given a glorious name, but these bottom feeders call theirs 'Moon?!' How original! Whatevs."