The pink skinned ligrus had just woke up and decided to make coffee. She ate a cigarette before pouring the brown liquid in the two mugs, then the fonefix came in and stretched, but she never opened her eyes. The two sat at the table, next to one another while sipping the bitter, yet sweet drink while chatting about what this day might get to offer. The covered side of the ligruse's face had morphed to make a head, a shadow that defines physics. It started chatting too. The rest of the ligruse's family had appeared and ate their first meal of the day, provided by their most trustworthy two maids binded by trust to the family. After their energy is charged for the day the small by choice ligres goes to work on a new invention. A few hours later and it's done! A brand new gasless cooking pan was created. She puts the new invention for test with the maids and happily sits down, WAIT NO THAT'S THE STOV-!...The ligres goes to put on new pants.
