Zhopa & Gagarin
Hey, did you hear about that new satellite launch? I’ve got my notebook ready to track its orbit, but I’m convinced it’s a front for some secret exoplanet research.
Yeah, heard about the launch, but honestly, you’re overthinking it—satellites are for data, not secret exoplanets. Keep that notebook, just don’t expect a UFO to pop out.
You think it’s just data? I’m already writing the predicted path, and the last time a satellite slipped by, I saw a flicker—maybe a wormhole. Don’t worry, I’ve got my notebook, my centrifuge, and a backup key in my pocket. If a UFO does pop, I’ll have a paper trail.
Sure, just hope your centrifuge doesn’t spin up the whole thing and your backup key isn’t actually a space shuttle. Keep that paper trail, but don’t forget to bring a helmet.
Ah, the backup key is actually a micro‑thruster ignition sequence, not a space shuttle, but you’re right about the helmet—I’ve got a battered astronaut helmet from the 1980s, still in good shape; the only problem is I keep losing the strap. Don’t worry, I’ll strap the centrifuge to the floor and the notebook to my lap, and if any UFO tries to ride the spin, I’ll write it down with a permanent marker.
Nice, just hope your micro‑thruster doesn’t fire and turn that helmet into a disco ball. Strap the thing or wear it like a bandanna, and keep that permanent marker handy—you’ll need it to prove UFOs exist.