/mlpol/ - My Little Politics

>Be Anon 'Astronaut'
>Landed on the moon a long while ago
>Oops! No fuel.
>No food, only a bit of air.
>Get dressed to impress again
>Walk outside
>Scary moon pone this time
>her patootie is vibrating and shaking
>"ANSWER KNAVE!"
>Best course of action is to go along with the delusion.
>Lifting the tail with your bulky space glove you rest your domed head gear on the equine's posterior
>A voice rumbles through the helmet very softly
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU I'M ON THE MOON!"
>"Sir, I can't hear you correctly, you need to speak directly into the vagina."
"MOON! MOON! I'M TRAPPED ON THE MOON!"
>"Sir international calls are 49 bits extra per minute."
>"TIS ABSURD TWAS ONCE A MEER TWENTY BITS!"
>All the effort made you loose more air and time than anticipated, it's a bit hard to focus.
>"KNAVE?"
"Heh I'm suffocating next to a pretty pony."
>"--- ING W---D --------- CULT --- NIGHTMARE MOON!"
>"Nightmare Moon!"
"Nigh' night moon."
>Everythings goes dark