Reach for the stars. Whooaa Yeah. You stand on a distant planet. Skyline of red plateaus. Strange air and vegetation. You're a winner. Welcome to the space Olympics. The year 3022. Take part in a grand tradition. You're name echoes in the halls of the universe. Ohhhhh yeahhh. Believe in yourself. Take your game into outer space. Every single galactic athlete. Needs a coded I'd badge. Drug tests are mandatory. You're a winner. The athlete's village is on Zargon. You all get a junior suite. We don't cover incidentals. So keep your ass out the mini-bar. You're the best in the world. Brace yourself cuz there's no gravity. You're in the mother fucking space Olympics. Yeahhhhhh. Let it be known by every nation. You'll only get one meal a day. There was a bit of a budget snafu. And food funding is insufficient. We can't really enforce a curfew. As there is no light or sound. Just one of the many problems. With hosting a sporting event in space. Attention all athletes There are minor scheduling adjustments:. Space disc is totally canceled. Space swords is totally canceled. Space luge is also canceled. And all other events are pending. Welcome to your space Olympics. All the oxygen has run out. And some one who will not be named. Accidentally hit self-destruct. As you file to your escape pods. I'll distract the alien hoards. And as I stare death in the face. I know my sins will take me to hell. You do it for the love my love.. And there ain't no woman that could take your spot. My love