-Everybody else, strap in.
-Reeeally…
-I said in! Not on!
-Oh.
-And ew.
-And I’m telling you that I didn’t sign up for Animal Farm in space!
-Wait, there’s animals?
-Wh-? No.
-Animal Farm? How do you not get that?
-Cyril, I know what an animal farm is —
-Not an animal farm!
- …and maybe we can, I dunno, stampede a flock of goats downthe hall…
-Animal Farm! Is a book!
-No, it isn’t Lana! It’s an allegorical novella! About Stalinism! By George Orwell! And spoiler alert, it sucks!
-Ugh, alright. But turn around.
-“Turn around.” It’s not like we haven’t all seen them before.
-Don’t remind me… Okay, there.
-Although, I guess it has been a long time…
-Meaning…?
-Nothing, just… bet you’re glad we’re in reduced gravity. Well? I didn’t invent the ravages of time. Okay Ray, Cyril, get ready. Lana… pretend it’s five years ago.
Lana, the penis-to-your-vagina ratio around here is creepy enough already.
Oh, you don’t look like a whore. An idiot, maybe. Or both. A whordiot.
