tales from hyperspace station 17

tetsuooooooo

this tiny potted cactus is all‐knowing, but as it can’t speak it’s pretty much useless

a last minute shopping trip to the extradimensional hypermart, because someone forgot the bread

frog with a laser gun leading the amphibious rebellion through the galaxy

the dark wizard settles down and opens a pasta restaurant in an idyllic Tuscan village

the transalpine mango smoothie society

musings of the martian water bears (or, a recipe for broccoli soup)