(18:10:39) me: know how they're planning a mission to Mars?
(18:10:44) rob: yeh..
(18:10:54) me: that seems like such a total waste of time and money to me.
(18:11:03) me: going to some other planet isn't going to help any of the problems we have here on Earth, most importantly being the coming energy crisis.
(18:11:19) me: I came up with a way we can harvest some energy by making a much more useful trip to a different heavenly body.
(18:11:26) rob: oh?
(18:11:33) me: we should send a mission to land on the SUN.
(18:11:48) rob: But, you can't land on the sun..
(18:11:55) me: well, of course not...
(18:11:59) me: but you CAN if you wait until it is NIGHT.
(18:12:11) rob: lol
(18:12:33) me: I figure, the astronauts can just pop some solar panels in with some nice long fireproof poles and run the cords back to earth.
(18:12:42) me: unlimited free energy.
(18:12:46) me: one thing though, they have to keep an eye on the alarm clock, make sure they're nowhere near that puppy when it comes up.
(18:13:04) rob: yeh, that shit could sting a bit
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