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Look Here, Martian Grubs

This is your planet. Not the one with the rocky islands floating on a sloshy sea, but the nice, solid, red one.

Kltpzyzxm, you listen to me! Sit up at your learning stump and read aloud from your info-slab. How do you expect to make it out of larva grade if you don’t even know your planets?

How do you expect to grow up and get a swirly toga like mine if you can’t tell two planets like this apart?

Freddy Age 11 churns this stuff out effortlessly. By the martian tonne.

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