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And here is the summary for chapter 4:

A new beginning was in order to correct the mistakes made by malodorous creatures with goat flat feet. 
It would be challenging to convince the judge to convict the goat. 
Even with the mountains flattened because of the huge flying saucer that Du'Ray'Cell summoned to undo The never ending bunny.
But still, they would carry on dancing merrily round the mulberry bush.
It was said that two wise homeless men died when they saw the unfathomable darkness of solitude and monkeys which enjoyed dining on mouldy goat carcasses covered in sweet putrefied flesh and even sweeter royal icing.
It was a feast, not for the eyes but for the small intestine of the lesser known heroes of the realm of flatulence.
Several goats joined the feast, showing appallingly bad taste in regards to their choice of Hawaiian shorts and heavy snow jackets.
But it worked, and the fashion police came rejoicing greatly about the goatskin jackets that the fedora wearing american archeologist had found in Tutankhamun's chamber pot, leading to the goat's conviction happening, a.k.a. The GCH.
Every time it rains, the goats are herded into coffee shops where they sit and gossip about greener grass on the back of a giant pimple.
Suddenly, the coffee, which was formerly delicious, became rather lukewarm, like the semen of a shaggy Arabian horse.
Then, in unison, people started to yell "Hakuna Matata!".
And suddenly they all grew horns and hooves and galloped into the mouth of a giant thermonuclear reactor core, which caused them to become superheroes who fought against people staring at goats.
Twenty years later, the horrendous smell of their feces could be used to seduce a large group of trolls into relinquishing the secret to the island of monkeys where people go to read Agatha Christie novels and spread their sweaty skin all over.
Meanwhile, the polar caps continued to be exploited by Santa and his shameless nudist elves, who loved to put their tiny asses in the snow.
It was ironic because elves always complain about how the cold snow makes their feet swallow.
Later, the goats eventually settled their differences with a roshambo tournament; however, due to their hooves they couldn't quite walk nor rashambo each other.
Unfortunately it was the final round of the popular game known as "Eat Your Own Head While Jumping On One", a traditional pastime in the outermost reaches of Flatheadia.
The naughty spanking of apple trees in your area is a way to distract the public from truth that Tycho Magnetic Anomalies happen, even if you don't yet notice them happening.
Which is all very Christmas and a happy gay old time for humbug-loving aardvark mutatants, considering the fact that most them don't even have a pre-frontal cortex but they do have a good sense of whether or not they're genuinely funny, or just desperately trying to get a glimpse of the second sun.
"Enough!" said Gurok, who ironically was the cause for the first sun becoming too "mainstream" for the goats.

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I finished the game on android the other day and I really enjoyed it. Great graphics, good controls, overall very atmospheric. I liked the story too. I think it is not necessary to answer all questions that have been raised. Hope it sells good enough to see a sequel in the future.

Thank you, I took the first one (X0E0M-93XTV-GL5TD).

I recently finished it. Really great game! Thanks.