On the Moon, we have the greatest social media ever. Your primitive Earth Cohost pales in comparison.
You can't even imagine, baby!
We call each other every slur ever invented, and develop several new ones every second.
Yeah, deride you, you gently caress!
You would self-immolate after the merest second on Moon Twitter. And we all get thousands of notifications, constantly.
Millions, man!
That's what I said, Err: Billions.
