The spectacular failure
of the most high-profile
top-secret mission
to outer space ever conceived,
attempted or faked left all
of us here on the edge
of our seats, smoking
like fiends and deceased
in the wake of our crashed
and shattered hopes. This team
were all charming, cocky superstars
destined against all odds to save
our days, battling heroically against and with
omnidirectional sexual tension so thick
you could butter it, only to ram triumph
down the open maw of defeat
and gloat
But it didn't happen that way
Something happened out there, and
and it happened quick, so we'll never
know what. 'Cause the rays they supposed
themselves to save us from (so we'd supposed,
too) came down. It was obvious something
went wrong. We were all rendered drooling
mutants, or charcoal effigies. Fork it
with a stick, boys
this world is done
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