The Avatar I'm occupying is old (54), fat (25-30 lbs. over), crotchety (stuff I can fix if I wanted to, which I don't), obnoxious, has almost bald nostrils, no nose whiskers, no tail, and I have become aware of what I am. And ya know sumthin' else? I ain't gonna be no watcher when I get back to where I belong. I'm royally sick of this place, and other than finding out the truth about the history of the world, which will take maybe a nanosecond or less on the Otherside with my Akashic library card that still hasn't arrived in the mail, I'm not looking back to this cesspool. I've got a pet comet all bridled as saddled up waiting for me to mount up to head for the farthest ends of the universe, and I'm gonna build paradise planets, amongst other things.

Well, if past, present and future are one; I guess the planets I'm gonna build are already there, so I'll just up and enjoy them with my pet archaeopteryx, sabre tooth tiger (which still exist according to Mark Dice: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gc4Mi4ocyDw ), chupacabra, quagga, basilisk, and unicorn.

See ya when I get to where we're goin', and you and yours are free to join me and mine for some crazier adventures than can even be thought of here.