“Stuff.” “What kind of stuff?” “JUST STUFF, OKAY?!”
I’m sure this information isn’t the least bit important at all.
It probably says a something about me that I designed an asexual alien species with tails who commonly have romantic relationships with more than two participants and are into cuddling and hugs (that hasn’t been mentioned, but trust me, they are). I’m not sure WHAT it says, but it’s probably something.
My own personal headcanon is that that kid mentioned in the last panel overcame whatever complications their heritage resulted in and went on to do great things, such as open a barbeque restaurant with really great ribs and root beer.
WOW that sounds good. I wanna go to their restaurant now.