Yeah.

Mm.

Chocolate rocket going into space.

I am the captain Smile upon my face.

Fly past planets, moons and stars.

Everything I see is made of candy bars.

Mhm, no ideas.

Come on.

We need something for the rocket.

What's it gonna be?

The rocket could be made of where she goes.

That's interesting.

Marshmallows.

Um, maybe you guys can help me with something.

Um, because I kind of forget Am I paying you to fuck around?

Do you guys get my money?

Because you're so good at fucking around?

Could be a banana split.

Mhm banana.

You're trying to fucking ruin me.

I meet an alien.

He's real funny.

His whole planets made of honey.

I lick the sidewalk.

I link the trees.

Can I take some home with me?

He says if you please No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

People like you guys make me wonder why it fucking killed myself already.

Bobby, what's the planet made of at this point?

Haven't we already established that the planets are all made of candy bars?

All right.

You're so right.

Yeah, I forgot about that.

We did establish that you guys forgot about the logic of the story Because you've got to remember the logic.

The logic in a fucking kids song, I think are there of you to want a fucking piece.

You want to go?

Come on.

Come on.

Flying back to Earth, I wave Bye to all the sweets, bubble gum and lollipops.

Weren't they?

Meet?

I'll always remember my outer space friends.

Hope someday I'll see them all again.

All of you betrayed me.

Go.

Leave now.

Yes, sir.

Rocket could be made of marshmallows.

Pretty good.

Yeah.

Mm, yeah.

Mhm.

Mhm.