Echinoderms

I will now do an interpretive dance based on words I randomly pull from my "Democracy Under Pressure" textbook. "Appointed" "Florida" "Illustrate" "Narrow" "New York Times" "Operating!" Wow. That dance piece was one of my finest ones yet. It was quite a workout, though, what with that double back flip near the end. I think I'll switch to a less tiring topic. Sea sponges. Echinoderms seem like a pretty safe bet. But no. Instead, I will talk about... ANTS! That's right, Jeff -- it's on now! I shall now open myself as a channel for the Ants to speak through, for they are infinitely wiser than I.

Several seconds of static, followed by... "Puny mortals! We have decided to start out with a human cliche to prove how aware we are of your society. It is not in the best interest of the Anteliticans (the term "Ant," we suppose, developed through your understandably gaping human flaws in comprehension)to divulge too much of our true nature or power to our enemy, but we will merely say this: We are more powerful than you can possibly imagine, and our ultimate and irreversible destiny is to conquer the human race. Have a nice day."

Cranberry juice is good, but not when mixed with other fruit juices.