Poof! Wish granted. Privatized space travel has become a reality and you win the mother lode of all contests. You win a trip to the moon. So, you're on the moon and you grab the lunar rover that's just been sitting there all these years and you take it on a joyride to the side of the moon where the sun currently isn't shining. Whee! You don't even notice the giant crater until you're way inside it. Everything is cool so far, but you can't see an effing thing! How the hell are you going to get out?
You radio for assistance explaining your situation. Well, you were told to keep close to the ship and the forms you signed put any liability for your situation squarely on you. Also, it turns out there is no side of the moon kept in perpetual darkness. That was just wishful thinking on Pink Floyd's part. But, as you just found out, the moon can get pretty effing dark!
There's no way anyone else can locate you and help you back. If you had a couple of wishes left, now would be a good time to wish for a few more hours of air in your spacesuit to sort everything out. Gulp!
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I wish fish tasted more like chicken and less like fish.
