When I was the moon…

I used to have this man who sorted out the people who visit in rocketships…

…the man in the moon!

Yeah…it was nice having him around.

Only, he kept wanting to leave.

Don't think he liked it much, up there on the moon without any Babybels to eat.

I said to him 'no, don't go down yet, it's too soon!' but he didn't listen;

and according to Venus he ran off down to Earth and burnt his mouth on a wooden spoon.

What a berk.