And this coffee tastes like crap.
Though it should be.
Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
Houston, we have a problem.
I won’t miss you, Earth.
That’s it, I’m turning back.
Visit Earth as long as it’s still possible.
I’m sure what I saw was a human, not some weather balloon.
The construction work still continues, but I think the end is finally in sight.
Prepare for the invasion of the extraterrestrial socialists.