Fuck you, Space. Just because you’re what 99.9999% of the universe is made up of, you think you’re so hot. Well you’re not, Space. I happen to know for a fact that you’re only about 3 degrees Kelvin. That’s negative 270 fucking degrees Celsius. Some frigid shit right there.
And you think your “space-time fabric” is pretty tough, but you can’t even handle the density of an imploding star without getting ripped a new space hole. That’s weak, Space. Weak.
And I know the feeling’s mutual. I’ve seen Event Horizon; I know what happens to a human left out in you unprotected. You show no fucking mercy; well, that’s fine. We can just agree to stay the hell away from each other. I’m very happy here on my little oxygenated planetoid, and you can stay the fuck out there, everywhere else.
via fuckyeahspace
