"It's right in your face. Breakfast in space keeps you warm, keeps you satisfied with the goals ahead. All the shows we pacified, faces turning red. I think people like our band. All's we have left to do is eat these UFO pancakes. So hey bud, pass me the eggs. We've got a big day ahead. Gotta find a record label, gotta get a record deal. Maybe at the show tonight, there will be a guy who knows a guy that owns a record label."

(*sick guitar*) "You think they'll like that?"
"Assuming it's the best case scenario..."
"...Well we've got to act like we don't give a shit."

"I burnt the toast again. I needed that for vitamins and nutrients! The Goodest Boy ate all of the PB & J. So much for starting my day the right way :/"

"Been a good while since I've had good coffee. I've been eating astronaut shit out-the-bag. Miss the caffeine, now I'm addicted to space grass. It makes people wanna dance; and buy all our shirts, I know that it's true! The EP will be on vinyl soon. So shove your mouth full of grits. You gonna take that fuckin' hit? You gonna buy my fuckin' merch? Cause we really need the gas, man. We don't even have a band van. All we've got is our intuition, and you don't learn that shit in church camp."