*Rwos looks up at Earth's moon*
Rwos: That's no moon! That's a---God, I can't finish this. Who exactly is writing my lines?
Me: That would be me, you know, the person whose head you live in. And who doesn't make you pay rent.
K'Warra: So are we all going to mysteriously appear on the moon now? I think someone needs to save BD's overrated army from Cracken's overrated Sleeper.