Dear Mistress Tran,
For 3 years I have been a Stuffed Pink Horse for J. Kang.
Also I am an alien, who has been sent here, as a control element in a study of the fuckupness of the human race. My planet is beyond human comprehension and the closest person that they could find who is sick like plant earth human is "me."
The others who accompanied me, number in billions, and are all dead. They simply could not adjust to the maddness of this place.
More later! Perhaps a session with you and Kang could reveal the unrevealable.
Thank you!
Respecfully,
Stuffed Pink Horse aka General Maximum Octavius Foopenpoop C.G. A.A. E. A.