After the events of the happy ending, it has been three years from now and Lance is now twenty-one years old. They had a considerable amount of fun in outer space, floating around in the spaceship and pranking people, but now, since they ran out of food and water, and the air was only 35% left, they had no choice but to go back down.
"Man, I had such a fun time!" Lance exclaimed.
"Yeah, me too! Putting glasses on chubby people to make them look like Gabe Newell! Well, he's our lord after all." Peter replied, happily.
"Let's just hope bimbo's don't arrive on the way down, I'm out of ammo and those needles you can't use them all the time."
"Yeah..."
They both went to sleep.
After a few days, they got back down to Planet Earth.
Lance and Peter got ready their knives, opening the door to the spaceship, but to surprise, there was no bimbos at all.
"Hm? I thought this planet was full of bimbo's!" Lance said.
"Well, as it appears, 20% has been wiped out because of us, and the 30% has died of no sex." Lance's mom said.
"Well, let's just loot some more food and drinks before we go back to the spaceship." Peter replied.
Lance looked in the fridge, and found some instant noodles and soda. He put it in his bag.
Peter found a chocolate bar.
Lance's mom was the luckiest, finding alot of ingredients and food.
"Good job, mom!" Lance exclaimed, happily.
Suddenly, a bimbo walked past them in the hallway.
"Hide!" Lance loudly whispered as they hid behind a wall. Peter was peeking.
The bimbo was carrying another female kicking and screaming to let them go, but in vain as the bimbo gripped tighter as the new female started choking. They were gone from the headquarters after a few minutes.
"Honestly, I'd rather have the old sex than be like that woman, because that is just plain cruel." Peter whispered to Lance.
Lance nodded. He wasn't sure what to do next, they got what they needed, but it wasn't good enough to last a whole lifetime. Only a few months worth. What should Lance and his crew do next?