[ WP ] Years ago in a drunken stupor you bought a star . A strange looking `` man '' comes to your door desperately wanting to buy it from you .

`` So... by any chance Mr. Moon Young, can you tell me once again why you're at my door?'' I asked, taking a sip of the mug of coffee in my hands. The man looked around dazedly before bringing his attention back over to me, coughing. 
 
 `` I was told you bought a star a couple of years ago, and I've come to purchase it back from you.'' He said, his mustache sliding a bit off of his face before he carefully put it back on. 
 
 There were a lot of red flags to this situation. For one, Mr. Moon Young's name is Korean. We're in Texas. On top of that, he stood a lot like a nervous girl would, twiddling his thumbs and playing with his hair when he would get nervous. Not, that I'm judging him or anything. 
 
 I'd have to say the biggest telltale sign was when he sneezed and his mustache came off. Or maybe the fact that he was blue, like a smurf. 
 
 `` Uh, sure thing Moon Young. How much do you intend to buy it for?'' I asked, watching the older man's knees cross as he thought of a price. 
 
 `` Uh.. A million earth dollars?'' 
 
 `` What?!'' I asked excitedly, only to watch Moon Young's eyes dart around like they were scared. I calmed myself down, `` Alright, sold.'' 
 
 All of Moon Young's flustering ended in a rush of excitement as they picked me up and spun me around, before I could protest. They did n't seem to account for their hat and wig falling off, revealing long locks of silver hair. 
 
 `` Uh, oh my..'' She muttered, her jacket slipping to show her somewhat binded chest. I thought ET would teach me all I needed to know about Aliens, but I guess Huniepop did otherwise. She was hot. 
 
 `` So... Moon Young? More like, Moon... Moon.'' 
 
 The extraterrestrial woman giggled, offering a hand. `` Neptune.'' 
 
 I took it, giving it a light shake and handing her a warm smile. `` Sun.'' 
 
 `` And that kids, is how I met your mother. Do n't tell her that though. I do n't want her to know her husband's bad puns and flirting skills are the result of a Bejewled Dating Sim.'' I said, rubbing my head sheepishly. I guess it did n't really matter though, because Venus and Luna were already asleep. 

