To be equitable, you must possess a *vast* intelligence quotient to comprehend Strange Planet. The humourous stylings are highly tenuous, and barring a measurable understanding of complex mathematical and scientific principles, most of the humorous anecdotes will travel above a typical reader of the serialization’s cranium. Lest we forget the comedic underpinnings of Nathan Pyle’s work – his possession of and proclivity for his own personal thesaurus. The admirers possess consciousness of the situation; they have ascertained the mental acumen to deeply cherish the extent of these humorous notions, to arrive at the revelation that they are not simply comical -they speak deeply about EXISTENCE. Consequentially beings who do not enjoy Strange Planet indeed ARE simpletons- naturally they would not recognize, per example, the comedy in an utterance of the phrase “I Crave Star Damage”, in itself a purposeful overcomplication and abstraction of the colloquial expression “I would like a tan”. I am currently producing positive mouth movements picturing a dimwitted neanderthal raking their ungues across their skull in bewilderment as Nathan Pyle’s prodigious acuity is presented to them by way of their computer monitor. What troglodytes… I offer them my condolences 😂

And I INDEED possess Strange Planet ink markings on my epidermis, although negative, I will not allow you to be privy to them. It is for the femoid’s viewing exclusively- and even then they must indicate they are with 5 points of my intelligence quotient (preferably within the lower range) in advance. Nothing personnel youngling 👽