Having exhausted their capacity to put up with the psychotic godawful mental retardation of current politicians and their mindlessly engineered sociopolitical events in this miserable plane, the merry Reddish Larvae and their chums, the Bijoux Dinos, have decided to migrate to the OtherOtherworld which is nearly as pleasant as the Otherworld but not quite so dicey. On their way there they have come across the Zen Worm and, captivated by its peaceful countenance and modest demeanour (not to mention its Teddy) have invited it to join them in said alternative level of existence. ‘You really don’t want to hang around here much longer, mate’, they say. ‘Why, any time now your poor old Teddy might be forcibly enrolled into the PCC (The Patriotic Cadets Corps) and eventually sent to fight some imaginary evil Russians in some godforsaken corner of the planet. Or worse…’
I can easily guess which way the wise worm will swing. I wish them all all the best and I wish I could go with them.