Well, from where Wayne was sitting (or, well, standing, in this instance), a rusty, smelly, nasty moon sounded like just the sort of place Vette's weird disease-spreading shark alien boyfriend would feel right at home.

But Wayne nodded again, seeming satisfied with that answer as he went to go pour another pancake. "S'good to hear you had a good trip, then," he said. "S'prolly nice to get home for a little bit, 'specially if it's been a while."

And, he figured, if it was likeleh pretty different. Sure, he could go on and on about how different this place was from Letterkenny, but it still wasn't all that different...

...once you got past all the aliens and the space stuff and the monsters and the occassional lack of color, anyway.