This planet was one of the relocation centers

This planet was one of the relocation centers the "All-inclusive Society" sent its Mordian "friends." If we were friends why were we stuck on this planet? I hate it here because

the meteors keep knocking down my satellite dish. Grabbing my armour from the coat rack, I braved Mercury's virtually nonexistent atmosphere to restore Becker to my TV. But another

mistake had been made; I meant Baker, as in Tom Baker. Leaping into my Landmaster tank, I traversed Mercury's rocky terrain. Upon sight, the massive satellite dish's sabotage was

easily predicted. We're on friggin' Mercury, for christ's sake! Hey wouldn't it have been funny if Jesus made sake instead of wine, for christ's saké. Anyway, Mercury's so hot

I can't help you. I won't help you. Your gibberish is beautiful emanumming emanumming emanumming….

Emma's eyes rolled back. Yes, she was quite numb. The gibberish had mesmorized her into a suspended state of disbelief. Every once in a while, reality surfaced in her mind & she

struggled to refocus but the mind and body numbness induced by the endless powerpoint presentation read verbatim and not all that well by the speaker was more than Emma could

fathom. Her mind snapped and she began to drool upon herself, the stain spreading until it resembled a map of Norway. Ever since Cthulhu Inc. had purchased Microsoft, Powerpoint

caused the whole accounting department to go cannibal. I'm hiding under my desk hoping they won't send a fax. What's that clippy? You want to help? Noooo!