Laughing forms constituents of matter. It’s galactic arm fertilizes Snail.
“Spin my way, my Lizards Ever Green.” Kitten echoes win
“Earth is a mental hospital and you’re all invited!” she said, smiling at Crystill
“Don’t say that!” cried Crystill while tears run around river alley – “I won’t be invited to that hat at all! You know you’re all Sneering Residents. Or more like RODENTS, haha!” – she pointed at Quail.
“Snail the Second arriving in minutes” Consciousness got intuitive communication.
Intuition is a guidance system that functions across all the levels and layers: so can find loop-holes to cross-pollinate. We make teleportals often. Consciousness can I (Eye) Travel.