Lance said: "Let's just get food and ingredients from two countries. It will take a while, but at least we still have our reward!"
Peter asked: "What's our reward?"
Lance said: "39 years of living in outer space!"
Peter said: "Not a lifetime, but since the bimbos must be gone after we come back, good enough."
Lance replied: "Nah, we'll just be a botanist! We can make farms with our own shit!"
Peter was disgusted by that, but agreed anyway.
Lance looked at the hallway to see if there was anymore bimbo's, but there was none. He signaled for his crew to come, and they all started to walk past the hallway, but then they saw a fridge.
Lance opened it, and only saw a ripe banana and mango juice.
Lance was ashamed, but took it anyway.
A bimbo suddenly snuck up on him, Lance completely unaware.
"NOT RIGHT NOW, BITCH!" Peter said.
Peter corkscrewed the bimbo on the nose, then took the serum and stuck it on the bimbo's own head. Then, Peter took his
paralysing needle and stuck on the bimbo's own head again. He then proceeded to throw away the needles.
"Whoa! That was hardcore, man!" Lance said, as he put the food inside and applauded.
Lance proceeded to look inside food boxes, and fridges, and now, it can last a year. After a few hours, Lance got all the food in NASA headquarters, but it was so much, that he had to get Peter's bag to put the second half.
Lance exclaimed "We are doing well!"
Peter said: "Well, this is only 5% of the mission."
Lance: "How strong was the bimbo?"
"Well, it felt like I was hitting a concrete wall." Peter said.
Lance gasped, "We're gonna need someone to train, and then go out to find lot's of food, someone to maintain the ship, and someone to train for 5 hours."
They all played rock paper scissors, Peter got out first, and his mom got out second.
"Well, at least I get to relax." Peter said.
They all went back to the spaceship, and Lance went into the gym. Which one should he start off from first?