Severely.
On Planet Neecknaw, the original lifespan of the average Neecknabian was similar to the average for your chimpanzees, 40-45 years or so.
Is that on a diet of bananas or not?
You make any more banana jokes and you’ll discover why Genteelia VI calls me The Merciless Kang, Pain-of-Ingrown-Toenail Giver.
Now, when you know that you’ve only got 40 years to get something accomplished, you tend to get on it. So, on all of the planets I’ve conquered — which is legion — I install a strict no-procrastination policy, enforced appropriately.
Appropriately?
You should sound worried. On Marceauvia XII, which is inhabited by a race multi-brachial mime people, we discovered that they were particularly fearful of tickling. So if a mime was found pretending to be in a box, or walking against a strong wind, I had one of my uber-chimps tickle them until they got back on task. (Usually building monuments to my greatness.)
So what should I do?
All you need to do is tell me what you fear most, and I will put an anti-procrastination regimen together for you.
No, that’s okay. I’m motivated now.
Works every time.
Next time: What is the best approach of making first contact with a race that thinks of your species as food?
“Next time: What is the best approach of making first contact with a race that thinks of your species as food”
will you be offering great recipes?
Gisher Surprise:
1 (well-washed) Gisher
2 onions
clove of garlic
pinch of salt
antibiotics (as garnish).
Some how having a Chimpy overlord isnt that ‘apeeling’… hahahaha, ah yeah I’m sorry.
Think you could send General Kang over my way? I need more motivation, and he sounds like the guy for the job.
I’ll have to get him out of my trunk first, but sure. m.