It was stale, but it always tasted stale anyway. The metal protected me from crushing myself to death. But I wondered what the point of staying alive. I had no chance of living. There's nothing on the moon.
Astronomers believe there's no air on there because they've never tryed to breathe up there.
I met the man on the moon that so many people talk about whenever they look up and see the moon. So many people don't know that it isn't really a made up story. There really is an existing man on the moon. The owner was butt naked. He was a stripper.