Mission control!

I'd been hastily recruited for an impromptu space flight. Hours before launch, a tiny sore appeared above my right eye. It gradually widened to become a small mouth (about an inch-and-a-half wide) complete with tiny, miniature teeth. Nobody really seemed to care but me. Fortunately, it sealed up again in time for my preparatory visit to the Space Museum. As I awoke, you (Ryan), Jennifer, and I were on the verge of ditching the lame-ass tour.