Nanu Nanu, The Black Hole Clacker Tracker Transit System, And YOU.

You all thought we were gone, didn't you? Aha! Just what we wanted you to think!

Black. 

Zorgan mentio- . . . I mentioned, back in this post, that we're getting seriously annoyed at the way you guys are eating our Shemozzle Clackertech transport modules, may Schemozzles barbecue you all damnit. 

You know how Clackertech works, our specially bred Shemozzles that send themselves to brave new planets like your - Earth? - I think you call it? - and you not only eat the capsules, you eat the shemshoit-damnit Shemozzles in their millions! 

Okay okay okay - I know we've covered Clackertech and your abuse of our travel system. We even forgive you for the countless lives lost in transit and boiled, fried, or in other ways eaten by you heathen bastards! ... It's okay I've somposed myself again now - and we, as I said, prepared you for contact by assisting with the TV show Mork and Mindy and we thought it would slow your voraciousness down, it hasn't rarrrgh - um - and so now we go onto the next thing. 

We made a pigment so black it can't be seen by the eye. It can, however, be seen by Shemozzles across intergalactic distances and they use that to locate the endpoint to safely send their eggs to the destination. (Hyuk hyuk, funny story, the ever-witty Captain Zorgan when developing the genes for this pigment to work with the Shemozzle Clackertech animals called it - the "Cloaca Lacquer Segment" - and it's to this day included in their DNA and may be a reason that shemshoit smells so bad...)

Only now we note that you're busily developing ultrablack pigment and at least one artist is a close relative to a cloaca by name at least - and our Shemozzles are losing their targeting abilities on this planet ...  

We don't want to be "Debbie Downers" (am I applying the vernacular well enough here? Please leave comments) but someone's gonna get egged at this rate. And when they do, you'll know at their core they're the blackest clackers you'll ever not see until it's too late...