My planet was blown up one morning, that's why I'm dressed
like this, in my dressing gown. My planet was blown up with
all my clothes in it, you see. I didn't realize I'd be
coming to a party. Later, I was thrown off a spaceship.
Still in my dressing gown. Rather than the space suit one
would normally expect. Shortly after that I discovered that
my planet had originally been built for a bunch of mice.
You can imagine how I felt about that. I was then shot at
for a while and blown up.
In fact I have been blown up ridiculously often, shot at,
insulted, regularly disintegrated, deprived of tea, and
recently I crashed into a swamp and had to spend five years
in a damp cave.