Life on the Moon

Life on the moon is hard. We have to eat a lot of cheese, which sounds like a cliché, but you eat what you have, and the knives are very sharp. The knives are for cutting the cheese, in case you didn’t get that. I know it seems obvious, but I live on the moon, and you don’t, so you shouldn’t take anything for granted. After all, I don’t pretend to know what you have to eat, or if you like it or not, or if there are some varieties you like and others that you’d just as soon skip, but your parents are all like “you’ll eat what you’re served and like it” so what are you going to do? Life on the moon is hard.