We slowly approach a light brown planet. It has a thick asteroid belt, that I carefully navigate around. A few ranges of mountains appear as faint shadows in the endless colour. Thick milky clouds are obscuring a good portion of the view. Good. I don't want to spoil their amazement. "I-is it like a-a desert planet like in Dune or something?" Not sure which one of them said it, but I guess not much emotional difference at this point. I'd fuck either, so who gives a shit. "Yeah, sure."

The ship enters the atmosphere, and she bucks like a wild horse for a bit. Sturdy as she is though, she soon finds her legs all on her own. Absentmindedly I stroke the steering wheel with my left thumb. A celebratory swig of my flask is in order.

I dive her into a cloud, and for a long time we move through twilight. Boring. For just a second I turn her engine off. There are screams on the back seat, but I barely hear them over my momentary bliss, as we fall weightless through the thick. The boys cry in terror and I feel like a person. The clouds spit us out at the other side, and jaded by the sudden switch to reality-train, I turn it back on. The course stabilizes again and on we go.

Morty and Corty forget their fear as our surroundings sink in. In my peripheral vision I see one of the pressed against the window like a fucking puppy. They'd look cute with tails. I mean it would make reading their emotions easier for them, as they could just look at their behinds. And the they'd feel all insecure when people knew when he was scared and shit. Morty. I hate you.

I have to admit it is a good view though. I've seen the gardens before, but these fuckers do know how to soothe the eye in a one of a kind way. A vast oasis spreads between three ancient collapsed volcanoes. High transparent structures bustling with business people tower to the sky like columns of crystal between thousands of small hovering islands of jungle in the sky. The cloudy weather removes the blinding gleam on every surface that is the downside of the towers. Horrible place to be with a hangover.

I land atop one of the columns. A helipad type platform sucks the ship down a tube through the building to ground level. We can see three headed dapper slug people working on their clear desks and shitting in their clear toilets. Different pipes move through the walls water, purple air, and previously mentioned waste. The sight of their yellow waste makes the boys uncomfortable. Adorable pussies.

The vehicle tube then pushes us out to ground level. "To avoid unnecessary airborne collisions," I explain and make a sharp turn on a stoplight.

It's not a busy place by any standard, as these guys think plants are only for offices, so anyone not of the businessman variety would think it improper to surround oneself with such pointless weeds.

A neon sign signals the hotel we are headed for. I catch a glimpse of Mortys face catching it's pink light on his face and eyes and I drink a gulp of his pure awe that he had once in the past when this was still all new to him and not just a way to get into grandpa's pants. I will never apologize, because it's right to not be blind to the ugly in the world. But that look of.. extasy. Right. I just want to stick my dick in him.

I park the ship, and we start our holiday.