Buenos dias, my lunar comrades. Or buenas noches. Something.

I think I finally just figured out what's really shitty about being in this place.

Missing your family and friends and knowing not a single one of them gives a shit 'cause nobody back home even knows you're gone. Lesson time, kids - time travel isn't nearly as stylish as the movies make you believe. No it ain't.

[Heck, he even misses his evil twin brother. And the nerdy obsessive one, too. Bluh bluh.]

Being kidnapped kinda ruins the whole shindig, anyway.

Sooo. What's up, homies?