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[Chris drinks the cooking fuel to hear the story about who Spoons really is]

Spoons:
See, Chris, we Tramps ain't like your kind. We ain't even from this world. We come from a planet light-months away. We call it Arania, but you know it as Plaxor. It's a barren land with nary a vittle or citter, but we didn't need nothing on account of fancy fuel.

Spoons:
It flowed like rivers, and when we drank it, ain't nothing we can't imagine. But then our planet ran dry. Tramps was starving. So, King Otis and his court traveled the galaxy looking for a new source. They found it on Earth. Your kind calls it Sterno. Otis would drink the fancy fuel, then beams those imaginations back to Arania.

Chris Monsanto:
So, if Otis can't send up his visions, your planet will die.

[Spoons' vision ends where Spoons sticks out his tongue at Chris]

Chris Monsanto:
HEY!

Spoons:
Oh, sorry. I thought you had a piece of parsley stuck in your teeth.

Chris Monsanto:
[suspicious] Yeah. Okay.