This planet is stifling my creativity and oppressing my artistic expression. It's time for another unraveling of the fabric of my sanity

Why is everyone so serious all of the time? Never mind the aristocrats and pedantic conformists, come on it's time to get quirking and let freedom lift dumbbells and sweeten our spirits . Let's pretend we're semi-aquatic hunchback bipeds that do gymnastics. Let's organize a quartet of English horn players that startle a heard of buffalo into trampling over unassembled desk chairs. I think the English horn players were wearing blue moccasins however there might have been a deviant that wore turquoise ones instead despite the dress code. It's okay because rumor has it that he is part Native American and he was expressing his heritage. That is the best possible way to do it is through footwear. It's understated yet respectful like the guy that used Sacagawea dollars to pay for the calculator that he used at the trade show in Hawaii a few summers ago. "Bone Marrow and collagen what an astonishing surprise", I said as I drove my Buick Regal up to the lot attendant. All he did in response was empty out a van of used paint cans and paint thinner. "Nice day for exercise!" I remarked. He looked at me and plucked his teeth. "White fang!" he said and he quickly returned to his duties. Just over the horizon my optic sensors detected shopping carts in the west wing and Grover to the east. Grover came rushing towards me in a shopping cart. "Not to be indignant but Grover came before Yoda in the grand scheme of things!". I replied, "I'm not concerned with continuity, go back in the river where you belong!" He then let out a great blast of noise, a bellow that I've never heard out of a muppet before and continued onward down the lot until he fell off of the edge into the river. "Well it must be a full moon and now this land is spic and span", I thought.