It all started with an underhanded comment by Perilous. And then confusion ensued.
Oh yeah, and there's a baby maggot named Pretty Metal who kept audio records of the mission. There was another baby maggot named PaddyCakez... and two visitors from another constellation named Zeus and Slide.
So what happened. Well, it started with a mission to ask Earthlings where inane, non-existent places were that could feasibly exist, but did not. Ah yes, I hope that this circular logic has put a wrench into the cogs of your brain...
However, before we could get to the crux of our mission, RadMax had a critical mechanical that sent her back to Fort Tyler to pick up a replacement ship. When she returned, we orbited the Davis constellation and enjoyed delicious ice cream molecules and schmoozed with civilians, all while getting to the crux of our mission, to ask these Earthings where something non-existent existed. Befuddled? Yessss.
However, they kept suggesting we use their primitive tool that began with a G. (I think it was Gewgle, but I could be wrong.) They have this notion that "search engines" fix everything. Well. They still have a lot to learn. It's not even a real engine. Yeesh.
Eventually, we were sent to the Kendall constellation on the notion that the robot factory that nobody knew about would be there. There were hi-fives abound, and a couple of ejections--an elegant one by Ravensson.
Then, we found the "robot factory" and did some chalk art and talked to yet more Earthlings exiting the building. They were wearing nice garb, and had definitely imbibed mind-altering substances. One of them tried to ride BieberFever, but we took the helm away from him.
After finding the robot factory, we made our way back to Fort Tyler, with another mechanical on War (for an unnamed reason we will not bring up), and Rocket ejected with a splat on Bieber Fever. He won a medal of injury.
Other than a few cups and more hi-fives, we made it back to Fort Tyler, no less bamboozled about our purpose, but with a mission success.