Greeting Earthlings

“I'm the Urban Spaceman, baby, I've got speed,
I've got everything I need.

I'm the Urban Spaceman, baby, I can fly,
I'm a supersonic guy.

I don't need pleasure, I don't feel pain,
If you were to knock me down, I'd just get up again.

I'm the Urban Spaceman, baby, I'm making out,
I'm all about.

I wake up every morning with a smile upon my face,
My natural exhuberance spills out all over the place.

I'm the Urban Spaceman, I'm intelligent and clean,
Know what I mean?

I'm the Urban Spaceman, as a lover second to none,
It's alot of fun.

I never let my friends down, I never made a boob,
I'm a glossy magazine, an advert in the tube.

I'm the Urban Spaceman, baby, here comes the twist,
I don't exist.


or do I......”

“HUH!”

“yyssw

So, like, have any of you noticed that the solar system has these crazy shapes and figures called constallations?”

“HUH! does not compute

yyssw does not compute

Earthlings do not communitace as I was programmed to understand....”

“Robbie?”

“I think this dude will fit in just fine here. Welcome to Camp Trail Talk, SpaceKat.”

“SpaceKat! I like that. Hey SpaceKat, that is yyssw (yeah, yeah, so, so, whatever). That's a "ski" thing. I was just being sarcastic.

Welcome. Keep your space suit on. Lots of sh!t gets slung around here! :o)”

“communitace is in error..... the creator has been notified to up grade my on-board spell checker?.

Robbie was my half brother... if I had emotions I would feel sad regarding his demise.... he's a Midas muffler now.... though a quick check of my memory banks reveals that he was aired on a commercial three months ago... that ain't bad...

Must check for sales on WD40? Earth is very humid compared to my home planet?.”

“yyssw. Deffinatly upgrade that spell checker! you'll need a good 'un in here.”

“Thank you for the salutations. Space Kat was the creators miniature ambulatory concubine unit of tactile pleasure, I do not understand the reference, my name is Urban Spaceman?.. Urban Spaceman?.. Urban Spaceman?.. Urban Spaceman?.. Urban Spaceman?.. Urban Spaceman?.. Urban Spaceman?.. Urban Spaceman?.. Urban Spaceman?.. Urban Spaceman?.. Urban Spaceman?.. Urban Spaceman?.. Urban Spaceman?..

Sorry about that? had to clean the fuzz off of my hard drives needle?.”

“Dude, Sorry to fuk up your Drive Needle! I'll call ya by your right name.
Rock on Urban Spaceman!!”