It's been a week since Sploot's ship crashed into your backyard.

She's currently sorting through all of the miscellaneous things he found on your desk, curious about Earth. You don't know what to do with her, not when she looks all innocent with her star-shaped eyes and short stature.

But Sploot is actually quite docile, you found. She's following you around to and from wherever. You try to ask her about her home, but she's always clinging onto you.

Then one day, "Home here." She announces.