[open] I respect the moon, it controls two of our most precious elements, oceans and wolves.

[satire]

Before McDonald’s I bet "don't buy cheeseburgers from a clown" was a pretty hard and fast rule.   We do odd things when we’ve gone Excel blind during a reporting month.   Anyway.   Satty leaves behind him a long and illustrious line of lovers, assuming you find trees illustrious (and we are not here to judge, or kinkshame). His skin is bark-scratched and rough, and his eyes (too small for his head) are aglow with a certain deep knowledge.   But the tree is gone, for the moment, possibly because he may have forgotten exactly where he saw her last, and trees start to look the same after a awhile, and things can get, well, awkward. So he’s alone again (naturally), but that’s okay, because unlike a lot of these Debbie Downers around here, Satty is pretty much a ray of freaking sunshine, assuming you like you sunshine morbidly obese and touting the IQ of a squirrel.     So he walks around, and were this any other character we would make vague allusions to their dark history, or dark desires, or dark darkness. But Satty has none of these things, his history consists of being a king (of sand) and a great lover (to a tree) and generally a great friend to everyone (in his mind). Which doesn’t really give you a lot of fodder, but who needs fodder when you’re using this as the most extreme form of escapism as to not think about the things that lay before you to edit? But I disgress.   Where were we – ah, yes, at this part where Satty walks around, sans dark history and/or desires. Instead he is bright and cheerful and smiling at everyone and if nobody returns it, well, that’s okay. “Hello!” he shouts to no one – or maybe someone, should anyone pick up what he’s throwing down – and he smiles, enough freaking unconcerned sunshine to make the world go blind.