The halls of TPV are often cluttered and dangerous. Past Deathscythe's personal cargo bay, Samus's hangar, and Kitchen Stadium, there's a single door few approach expecting mercy. It is simply marked, "The Metroid". Within is a simple, almost comical desk full of paper. Behind it, the industrious Metroid, the only truly hard working employee of TPV....
HELLO ALL. IT IS I, THE METROID. I AM SPEAKING TO YOU TODAY NOT BECAUSE OF SOME ASSIGNMENT DEMOSTHENES HAS GIVEN ME, IT IS SIMPLY BECAUSE OF A PROBLEM I HAVE. MANY OF YOU ARE FRIGHTENED OF METROIDS, IN FACT, IF YOU SAW ONE IN YOUR LOCAL GROCERY STORE WHILE BUYING EGGS, MANY OF YOU WOULD RUN AND HIDE. I KNOW, I'VE TRIED IT. WHY IS IT THAT HUMANS FEAR MY KIND IS A MYSTERY TO ME. METROIDS HAVE FEELINGS, AS WELL.
METROIDS MAY NOT BE LIKE YOU HUMANS, (I.E. WE FLOAT, AND EAT YOUR ENERGY), BUT WE HAVE FEELINGS, JUST LIKE YOU. IF YOU YELL AT US, DO WE NOT FEEL SAD? IF YOU MOCK US, ARE WE NOT ASHAMED? IF YOU STRIKE US WITH AN ICE BEAM, DO YOU NOT FORCE US TO EAT YOU? METROIDS SHOULD HAVE A PLACE IN THE SUN FOR US. WE SHOULD HAVE JOBS LIKE THIS, AND EAT AND DRINK. SO THE NEXT TIME YOU ARE WALKING IN THE GROCERY STORE AND YOU SEE A METROID, GIVE IT A BIG HUG. UNLESS IT'S ANGRY, THEN RUN AWAY SCREAMING.
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