Well, I was pondering how I was to complete this challenge of getting to the moon and then came up with an idea... the Australian Space agency. They use these Kangaroos as Astronauts you see, so I sealed myself into the pouch of a very fat kangaroo after killing all the other Kanganauts with the effects of passive smoking forcing them to use the unhealthy one with a large bump (they don't really givea shit about science). To seal myself in, I burnt the skin of the pouch with a lit cigarette to make it fuse. My god it stank in there, can still smell it now. At one point I thought the bogan (type of australian redneck) scientists would discover me, but they were bogan, and if I had been discovered they would have told me I'm not being HARD enough, hiding in a kangaroo. Well, we got into space after the rocket left when they had put the Kanganaut in... shame the rocket wasnt coming down, seeing as they consider Kangaroos pests there, and it was an expensive way of killing them (Tards). I saw the moon but it wasnt that interesting really. Espionage stinks and then you die.
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