once me and my love entered the
ultra-sleek, super-comfy (might i add out-of-this-world?) rocket
that was to take us both to our new home somewhere at the
end of the galaxy, given the
ridiculously unnecessary apocalypse that we found ourselves
swimming in here on the home planet, we zipped ourselves snugly into our
pneumatic new-fangled space suits as tight
as possible, then flipped the time-folding
cryogenics switch and spooned our way to the outer
edges where we found ourselves a nice habitable planet and lived happily ever after.
