"Isn't the moon beautiful?"

"What?"

"I said 'isn't the moon beautiful?' !"

"uh... Yeah. I mean it's like... 2 pm you can't really see it. But I guess. Sure."

"We're so lucky to be on it."

"On... On what?"

"The moon, of course."

"We are not on the moon."

"Uh OBVIOUSLY we are."

"No--"

"That's Mare Tranquill-blahblah over there. I could never pronounce it right. I didn't do well in Latin class."

"L-Latin class? It's 2012, you've never taken a Latin class in your life."

"Listen, just because I barely passed the course doesn't mean I didn't take it. I love how barren and quiet everything is from up here."

"I mean I guess it's quiet... for the middle of the afternoon. What is this? What's happening?"

"It's just so wild to realize that all of these craters were caused by meteors! Good thing those collisions aren't happening anymore, am I right?"

"I mean I guess. But we're not -- "

"We'd be absolutely lost without this big, beautiful hunk of rock. We take it for granted every night from below. But it's hard to do that when you're standing on it."

"Okay but we're not on the moon. This is a hole in my backyard because the landlord is remodeling. She wants to make a garden of tranquility to make it more zen, but that's about it."

"Pssh. Gardens can't grow on the mo--"

"WE'RE NOT ON THE MOON!"

"... Use your god damn imagination. Jesus."

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