For ages these yellow tiny Bananers kept to themselves in a far away distant planet. Far from all the real action happening outside there galactic playing field.
Again they were a young a futile species. Truly unevolved and lacking purpose.
There was a time when a banander could look at you and you could feel yourself peeling off
Now they just give you tbe cold shoulder and tell you to keep moving.
Like Michael Jackson would say.
Just beat it. Just beat it
Again they were a young a futile species. Truly unevolved and lacking purpose.
There was a time when a banander could look at you and you could feel yourself peeling off
Now they just give you tbe cold shoulder and tell you to keep moving.
Like Michael Jackson would say.
Just beat it. Just beat it
