Welcome to Mercury, tanning salon of the Solar System.
Okay, even in the 1930s astronomers knew that the surface was hot
enough melt lead and that if atmosphere was
spandex, Mercury couldn't
manage a thong bikini, but that didn't stop it from being home to a
race of insectoid monkeymen. The inhabitants are clearly a
highly advanced race that has been able to form the natural
crystalline outcropping of the planet into stunning towers like giant
doorknobs reaching to the sky. Mind you,
their stair technology seems a bit behind ours. What I can't
figure out is the tobacco patch in the centre of town.
it just me, or does the Man from Mercury seem to be just humouring
this guy? "From the third planet from the sun? Of course
you are!" Paul claims that only insect life can
survive on Mercury; which explains the roaches in my convection oven.
Frankly, this lot look more like lobsters with ears.
You'll be seeing a lot of our spaceman friend here. He's on a
package tour of the Solar System and set a record for being
overcharged by every hotel on every planet he visited.