A small diner along a semi busy freeway. It’s nearing midnight. A few truckers and families are enjoying a quick meal. And there’s heavy electronic alternative music banging from the speakers. IT’S A SPACE HIGHWAY. IT’S A SPACE DINER. IT’S ∞∞:∞∞ OM O’CLOCK IN MOTHERFUCKING SPACE. THEYRE SPACE TRUCKERS AND ALIENS. ITS SPACE, BITCH. NOT 1990 (that’s in earth years of course) AMERICA ALONG A DYING ROUTE 60. SPACE DINER (this sentence is said with a sick guitar riff over it.)