Far, far away, beyond the realms of sense and sanity, on a gnarly little moon called Lysithea, there was a cosmic accident that spat out Verru—the birthplace of the wart$, our gooey, ever-multiplying friends. Covered in pulsating, fleshy bumps that seemed to have a life of their own, Verru grew like a neglected chia pet on cosmic steroids, multiplying its wart$ all over.

Now, these wart$ weren’t just creepy blobs lounging in space; they had a weird pull toward chaos, a natural curiosity (or maybe a masochistic desire) to experience the messy quirks of the universe. And soon, a tiny, glimmering blue dot caught their collective eye: Earth. The perfect little playground for their curiosity to roam free.

So, they hurdled through the cosmos and landed here, hiding in the alleys and backstreets, watching humans and all their chaos. At first, the wart$ were disgusted—Earth was loud, smelly, and full of creatures obsessed with their own mess. But then, like a reality show you can’t look away from, the drama became addicting. They stayed, blending into the underworld of stray dogs, alley rats, and the dark cracks of cities, devouring the stories of our chaotic planet, turning Earth into their own interstellar sitcom.

Now, the wart$ live among us, hidden but ever-present, tuning into our lives like it’s the hottest binge-watch on Verru. And so, the planet of wart$ and its inhabitants settled here—only half grossed out, half obsessed—while we humans remain blissfully unaware we’ve become the stars of their twisted, eternal show.