Hey buddy, space is great, um, I miss you guys, we're a long way away now, I can't even see,

I can't even see Earth anymore. And uh, it's peaceful, you know. Don't tell him on this, but I think

I actually sleep better up here away from her snoring.

You're worried about my smell? Yep, this is Wilmsack.

Oh, sure.

Hello, and welcome to Filmsack. This is Filmsack, minding the very depths of film entertainment for all mankind,

episode 581. I'm Scott Johnson, joined today by Brian. Why you gotta be so grumpy, grumpy, grumpy,

Andre? Jordan, uh, Rand, uh, shit. Let me do that one again. I'm doing it again.

God dang it. All right, Brian, why are you gotta be so grumpy, Andre, done away?

Because you keep calling me Randy. Oh, hi, this week on Filmsack, we kiss our families goodbye

and hop in our international deep space space ship with six conveniently framed in scene seats.

One little two little three little screaming astronauts or a little five little six. Oh,

where'd everybody go? And now we head to the moons of Jupiter in the name of FOMO. Hey,

what are they doing over there? And yeah, we heard you guys had water and can we go ice fishing here?

Oh, God, what have we done? Totally not worth it. We should have stayed home and streamed

something instead till our families. We were sorry. And then we changed to who passed work.

Anywho, dear, his family, deep space sucks. It's cold, none forgiving, and all that we have found

is some irradiated tonicle porn. Say that reminds me. No, take your mom this, but could you clear my

browser history? Thanks. Oh, no. I ripped my glove in space. Stay calm. It's a small rip. Stay calm.

Lewis and oxygen stay calm. Now I'm bleeding. Bleeding in space. Internal screaming intensifies.

Space is great. Randy, there is a cabinet in the cockpit I've been working with.

Short the wires that I should clear my browser history. Thanks.

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