Lights fly by, tracing shapes in the dark. We're in a train, I think it's Wednesday.

I wake up. I'm in front of a building, full concrete, crappy facade. It's a cold night, a foggy one. I must deliver that package.

I enter, the lights are blinking, they won't last very long. The elevator isn't working so I take the stairs. I look at the label: apartment 12, story 23. It's pretty run down here.

The 23th floor's hallway is narrow, lightened by a few neon lamps. I knock at the 12th door. No one opens. I knock again. The only sounds I hear are the buzzing lights and my own breath.

I try to turn the handle. It's open. The apartment is cramped, it's a single room largely filled by a huge Christmas tree. Christmas lights are blinking in the gloom. The star at the top starts talking:
-  Hey, you! Yeah, you! Got any tasty food in that package?

I open the package. There are a lot of tasty meals here: deep fried cheeseburgers, ice cream sandwich twizzlers, lard pizza, peanutbutter brownies, mountains of butter, tempting treats and a red, green striped tablecloth.
- Sooooooooooooooooo hungry.... Feed me 50000000cal of that tasty food. Then I'll TRANSFORM!

I set up the tablecloth for a picnic. The apartment is starting to feel warmer.
- This lard pizza is so good, we could never have enough of it :D

I talk, drink and eat with the star. It's been a long time since I had so much fun :D Then:
- MOOOOOOOORE!

I understand what I have to do. I grab chunks butter with my hands and throw them to the star's mouth. After 5 minutes of doing so, the little star has become red and swollen.
- That's the stuff! Ohh... I'm so full, I think I'm about to...  !


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Shooting stars fly by in the dark, I'm in space now.

There's a Christmas tree in front of me, and Christmas lights with bulbs as big as the sun. Cows are leaving peacefully down here, climbing and grazing on branches. People collect drops of milk that are floating in space. They use it to make tons of Yule logs since everyday is Christmas.

I'm bouncing in rhythm with the music on a nearby satellite. Mushroom people are exploring the place while dancing. Their mushroom shaped ships float among space junks and stardust. Lightened by the multicolor beams, these make some complex patterns on the rocky floor. What a lovely scenery!

I think I heard a saxophone, I'm drunk on the moon.
