That's no moon...

[ladyoftheshootingstars]

[Did anyone own a telescope? If you did, you might notice something showing up in space. It wasn't a satellite, it was... What the heck WAS that anyway? A house? Something giant with other bits stuck on it?]

It's a pleasure to meet all of you. I am Rosalina, and I've come to join you as your new astronomy teacher. I trust you'll all do your best in class. May the stars shine down on you all...

[If you came to visit her office, you would see a weird looking hollow star shape in the middle of the room. The sling star would take you up to her real office on the Comet Observatory. Or would you see her out and about, looking after some small star shaped blobs?]

Comments

[ihateplumbers]

Can it, Princess Douchewand. Nobody cares.

[ladyoftheshootingstars]

I can see you're as pleasant as ever, Bowser. I had hoped your experiences would have taught you some humility.

[ihateplumbers]

Don't make me toss all of your stupid star whatevers in a black hole.

I'll do it.

[ladyoftheshootingstars]

If you think you will harm my children, you are sorely mistaken.

[ihateplumbers]

Listen, the only reason I'm not out there right now doing it is because your "children" are too stupid to deal with. All they do is cry all the time. Wah, wah, wah, it's insufferable.

[ladyoftheshootingstars]

It amazes me that you have eight children, with an attitude like yours... I feel sorry for them.

[ihateplumbers]

It's because my children aren't a bunch of whiny crybabies.

[ladyoftheshootingstars]

Children will be children, Bowser. You seem to have trouble accepting that.