The ship flew constantly for days, piloted by the tireless The Great One. I, in the meantime, was chilling. There was nothing really for me to do, so I focused very hard on wasting time as much as I possibly could.
I slept a lot, and when I couldn't do that, I observed the area around our vessel, usually while snacking on whatever I still had prepared. Those supplies, though, were vanishing quickly.
A few days later, when I really wanted to get the heck out of that damn ship, we began approaching a dark barren world. It was massive. Probably as big as our sun, but don't quote me on that, since the only instrument I used which led me to such a conclusion was my own eyes.
