We had opened the briefcase in hopes of indulging us with the ancient wisdoms of the Martian Illuminati. But it was empty. The last of our hopes and dreams fleeted us. Universe had nothing in store for us. Just vast emptiness. A nothingness that filled our souls.
We took off from the surface of the red planet and decided to return home. Our Nopeet Shuttle soared the void as we contemplated on what we had learned. All hope was lost as we didn’t even want to tap ass once we landed. The emptiness was so profound inside us that we felt that no amount of pussy would manage to fill it.
As we had spent almost all of our money on the trip to Mars, we had to start to inquire the market value of our kidneys.
With kindest regards,
K & W