Mama

This is it! Go time. No longer can I stick my head in the sand or pretend that my kraken honey hasn't knocked me up.

"What do you mean, Lila?" I hear you ask. Well, it means I'm screwed. And not in the good way.

After the lightning attack on Iceen triggered my latent Skarrian abilities, they've kicked into gear big time. Not only am I a lightning cat whisperer, but I'm also a mimic.

I just became the perfect compatible option for any species in the galaxy. Which is not exactly an appealing tho...