This small earth like planet where a technologically advanced but mutated-armless and therefore incapable of music creation species, lives a people who catch radio waves from other distant planets and live immortal lives of debauchery and late night mashups. We we're pleasantly welcomed as long as we could provide some type of musical entertainment for them. Being avid reggae enthusiast earthlings we took to our instruments and played a three hour set, as the armless people danced non stop rubbing their, what seemed to be back ends vigorously together. Eventually we had to call it quits and thanked them for their warm welcome. Unfortunately, they insisted we stay forever and refused to let us leave alive. We complied as our lives were on the line but were able to convince them that our ship was never going to fly again, but it had to remain our sleeping quarters. After 7 years we were able to macgyver spare parts from their transportation junk yard between playing two hour sets every day and finally repair our space ship. With a near-death, sneak-away escape we decided to cancel our journey in search for the super strain and warp drive back to the planet earth. After failing to convince our friends and family of our venture we decided to continue to make music and sing the songs that remind us of our time spent on the planet Oragon.