your face is not an organ
- So, these two dudes named Link and Marty convinced some people to go to the moon for the weekend, but when they got there they found out it really sucked. We're in the first-person plural here, with the narrator talking about some "we."
- See, it was so boring at home (or, in the narrator's words, "null") that even playing with "three uninsulated wires that were coming out of the wall" and delivering self shocks (um, what?) was not even doing it for them.
- So, they decided to check out this super cool low-gravity place on the moon called The Ricochet Lounge, asking some girls to go withthem.
- Flying up to the moon, something called their "feeds" give them the lowdown on where they should stay and what they should eat. Some kind of advertising, sounds like.
- Apparently our narrator (who we still haven't been introduced to) was way unimpressed with the moon. It seems he or she has been there several times, so s/he is pretty jaded on it by now, sort of like how you feel on your umpteenth trip to Disney Land: so over it.
- Our narrator tries to take a nap on the flight, but Link keeps whacking his seat into Marty's knees. This annoys the narrator, becausehe (or she) wants the rest so she (or he) won't be "null" for the "youch" "unettes." OK: it looks like our narrator is most likely a he, and wants to be energetic for the hot chicks who might possibly be on the moon. Awesome. This is off to a good start.
- He's also lonely, and wants to hook up with someone, since it's been a few months since he's had a girlfriend.
- More whacking, more slang, and Marty's mad that the seat keeps hitting his major organs, including his face (which isn't an organ, but whatev).
- Seriously, don't they even get a movie on this flight?