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one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.

my humours have balanced. I have become mentally normal again

I imagine Grace gets a few that he can't figure out at all and he constantly toys with asking the ewc to explain but that would risk alerting them to the fact that they make mistakes which would ruin everything.

The eridians think the welcoming committee is doing so well because Grace loves the notes so they make the messages sent to earth.

duuuuuude you have GOT to come out tonight we're enacting cruelty upon those who have transgressed so badly that we can justify any act against them... and you KNOW we're interpreting our delight as moral righteousness... Yeah it's fucking crazyyyyyyy get an Uber

The eel being the whole research team is kinda crazy, imagine you're stuck with the person who doomed you for all eternity because she drank blood and went insane. Like you were just in charge of making sure the sub didn't break down and now you're a native inhabitant of something called a fucking "blood ocean" and you literally cannot get away from blood drinker mcgee

Like English sour skittles or American bc they're so different

THREE WEED SMOKING GIRLFRIENDS, THE MOVIE