The Atoll

Plasma (cont.)
Round me if I woke countless moons ago
The world and moon were caught in civil war
Hector
I guessed you some spark off the old starman
Plasma
Stir crazy over aeons trapped I cant whinge
But wizard I do many chores as thanks
For your hard reality and waking dream
Hector
Go reconnoitre castaways again
How is our feral pal doing treading mill?
Angela
I dont like him much he gives idiot looks
Hector
You never liked his bulbous ugly looks
And now we see hes much more ugly due
To bodybuilding protein shakes and sweat
Angela
Theres something youre not telling me wizard