Cold chicken. After the suit, the airlock,

Cold chicken. After the suit, the airlock, the drift across space, the frying of their airlock control & them getting spaced. After all that, all I got is a plate of cold chicken.

I mean, I don't mean to seem spoiled or ungrateful. It's not like I just defeated the galaxy's greatest arch-enemy by blasting him out into space! Im fine with eating cold chicken.

At least in my dreamland you can't overshine me, for fucks sake this is the only place that gives me any sort of feeling of accomplishment, however fake. So I swung the the sword

Yeah, the sword. That was something that made me very uncomfortable. Anyway, a dream is a dream so I gotta keep up in the peaceful land of my dreamland, so I used my sword to wave.

and thighs of the person in front of me. The realization that I had just murdered somebody was enough to make me go insane. I realized that I was facing a life in jail, and so I

quickly fathomed that holding on to the last receding tides of my own sanity would be essential to maintain a level head in this situation and figure out the best way out.

I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing -- escape could only come from within. The world around me melted away until the only thing that existed was my breath. Opening my eyes

I looked for a way out once more with a new sense of calm. The main way out seemed like a no-go, so nodding to myself I fumbled around, quickly, for a secondary means of escape.

I found a door in the basement I'd never seen before. When I opened it, I was sucked into a wormhole that transported me millions of light-years away... into a vacuum. Uh... bye.