And I thought you were just happy to see me.
On topic… they got poop, huh?
Well that’s just great, here we are, looking for a possible getaway for humanity in the future, a new Earth, a fresh start – and what do we find? It’s just as much of a shit hole as the old one. 
Joking aside, though, I must admit to being a tiny little bit excited about those news. But I think it’ll come out the same as that meteorite a few years back – lotta back and forth talk, but in the end a great big ‘we’re not sure’.
Looks like the big secret is Perchlorate.
Poop.
Ha!
(We never did meet up for that drink.)
[Tasty Taste]
It ain’t that kind of party.
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[Off Topic]Oh, snap, I forgot about that. I got transferred to another store down in Georgetown several months back and I haven’t even gone out for a drink with my old crew. 
Maybe we’ll have to try trivia night at the Old P with the rest of the Seattle crew - I haven’t been there in a long while either. I don’t get home until nearly 8pm these days, so it’s been tough. [/OT]
[On topic]
No poop then, eh?
So no chili dogs, either? What kind of planet is this Mars, anyway?
Bizarre. Ten years ago, I wrote a science fiction story about growing asparagus on Mars. Except my premise was that asparagus was the only thing you couldn’t grow on Mars, hence the need to kidnap an asparagus farmer from earth to figure out why. The subtitle was Ad Astra per Asparagus.
It seemed like a clever idea at the time.
Tell me the farmer was from Kansas.