Ahhh Good 'Ol Uncle Eddie...This is the guy who plays the "I got your nose" game every time I see him. It wickedly funny. ...When I was 3. I'm 38. But I'm pulling your legs of course. I have no family. You know, being from the planet Qubilibong and all. You humans call it a gas giant revolving around a star in the M43908 j. Galaxy. Spore-Pods. Yup! That's what we call families where I'm from. Why, many's the time when Pappy Splor'ath would place his pseudopod upon my shoulders and he'd gurgle: " "Splarg my boy", (That was his pet name for me) As I go out from this world, I want ye ta think of this one life lesson whilst you and your spore-kin'are digesting my remains...And that lesson is: Never kerpaslth'z in your Nikalthonk when you should be dweezing your jafuntlz'ik. And always remember, I love the way the your pod-mother always seem to secrete enough xit'zo during the holidays, Yilzak bless her!" ....He fell under the gnashing mouth rasps of my siblings that very night. (Sniff) We'll always have the xit'zo, Grandpa.....we'll always have the xit'zo.