Mook Anon. #3.5

>Walking around the hell that is your solitary confinement.
>On the moon.
>You see multiple shoe prints.
>Not hoof prints, but actual Shoe prints.
>They looks pretty good too, maybe Jordan 13s?
>Moving over a hill, you see a very welcoming sight.
>Space Humans.
"HEY! HEY, OVER HERE! I'M OVER HERE!"
>One of them looks to you and you hear, "Go fuq urself."
>"aeiou."
>"Holla holla get dolla."
>"Negus pls."
"Uhmm..."
>Backing away slowly, you start to fasten your pace, and soon you find yourself on a full on sprint.
"FUCK THAT."
>You realise something.
>Fuck.
>Those.
>Humans.