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// Step 2: Consult the Idea Machine 
// Story: Kerbal Equestria Program 
// by Kokokoo 
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	After 27 successful flights to the Mun, (out of 892 flights total) and 18 successful landings, the kerbals soon grew bored of the moon.

After 91 successful flights to Duna, the kerbals decided that rust-covered planets are pretty dumb.

After 25 successful landings on Eve, the kerbals found out that more air and more gravity is a terrible, horrible thing. (Landing legs could barely support themselves and parachutes always opened so early that they practically burned up.)

The kerbals went to Dres once. It was pretty stupid.

After going to Moho 32 times, the astute scientists learned that the closest planet to the sun is surprisingly cold. Mostly because there was no atmosphere. Mostly.

The kerbals crashed into Jool, the green gas giant, at least 67 times due to them trying to open their eyes. Turns out, they had no eyelids.

Eeloo, the tiny, icy, little clump of dirt was just that; a tiny, ice, little clump of dirt. It took weeks to get there.

The KSC was in a state of distress. All their lives, all they had known was crashing and flying. And now, they had done both more times than they'd like to! They already tried to build an orbital sun station before one of the secretaries pointed out the fact that they were already on one. He was fired immediately.

The staff turned to their only hope, their last bastion in this confusing situation.

All 300 staff members stood outside of the janitor's door frame, as he stood stock still and wide eyed. (As stated before, they had no eyelids so he couldn't really help it.)

"We need help," they all pleaded in perfect unison.

"With what?" he firmly asked in a scruffy voice.

"We're bored," "There's nothing else to do," "What are we supposed to fly to now?" "I can't find my left shoe!" "My kids are spoiled brats!" "The moon is stupid! Can't we just build a death star or something?" "There's no more planets left to deface!" They all spouted various problems, but the ones that stood out the janitor in particular were the ones where they stated that they had nowhere else to fly.

"Why not a one of those other glowy orbs in the sky?" he responded to their questions with another question as silence fell over the crowd.

Nobody moved. Not even a cricket dared chirp.

"That... that's genius!" an excited voice rang over the horde. The crowd erupted into cheers and the occasional curse word as they rejoiced in the amazing plans they were already forming in their heads.

"Mr. Janitor Man," one of the managers began as he patted the janitor on the back, "I would proudly love to do you the honor of awarding you..." the manager dramatically paused. "this certificate of appreciation," he confidently stated, unrolling a piece of lined paper in front of his face.


YOU'RE FRYRED.
LEAVE THE THINKING TO REEL GENIUZSE


The janitor dropped dead due to complete loss of IQ points.