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What if the dinosaurs never went extinct, and are just hiding from us?
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Under normal circumstances, I’d have one of my crew lend me a hand getting out of this seat. Only thing is, those two have not been in their best mood the last couple hours. I bet not even in their wildest nightmares did those humans ever see both of their robots going cuckoo simultaneously; surely every thud made by the Commander’s tin head on the ship’s hull must be a heavy blow to their collective Earthly pride.
Still, this ‘seat’ wasn't designed with torture in mind (says a dog strapped dead down.) There’s gotta be some way I can get loose on my own!
Putting my thinking cap on…
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Thinking failed. More bricks coming down the pipe.
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Thinking resumed. Stand by for suggestions.
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What if the dinosaurs never went extinct, and are just hiding from us ON THE MOON?!
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Really now? Just push this otherwise unremarkable big red button and you’re free?
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I’m loose! I shuffled around in zero gravity a bit (it’s highly overrated, take my word for it.) In other news, there’s the Moon out there, doing its thing - mooning around, and whatever else it usually does. Hopefully, the witless [data removed] back home have noodled it through by now - there’s no “landing us on the Moon” part of the mission anymore, not with the brains of my crew having irreversibly relocated overboard!
Then again, that rocky ball out there is my only hope to ever see home again. As we close in, Mission Control should be able to have us zip around the Moon and head back home without landing.
Come to think of it, I might even be able to snag a glimpse of the Lunar Base while we’re at it!
Or, at least, the smaller bit of the Base that is on the surface. Apparently, the solar flares that periodically rain down on the Lunar landscapes have been deemed just that tiny bit too much of a sun tan for the Mooners (humans living on the Moon) since they had to stick the larger part of their humble abode down underground. And that's where those fools fly when the heat turns up on the surface.
Just seeing the Moon coming up on us smells like relief (could be my stank diaper too, now that I think of it.)
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[data removed]!!!
That raving lunatic of a Commander is at it again!!!
Brace for another impact of asinine digital blabber!!!
