I'm sorry. I've made up my mind. I've decided to go back. I love this world, but I wonder, though it is cold and smelly and noisy there, and though my friend died, why do I want to go back?
I am a mighty space wizard, and all I do is collect rocks and play with slugs.
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My feeble notions of productivity have already gone and committed suicide. Twice.