Written by Joe Janes
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(Lights up on WASP-18, a sun, being orbited by WASP-18b, a planet. WASP-18b circles WASP-18 at least three times before WASP-18b sighs, loudly.)
Did you say something?
(WASP-18b ignores this and continues spinning around WASP-18. WASP-18 sighs once more.)
If you’re not going to tell me, I’m not going to pry it out of you.
(WASP-18b looks angry, slows for a second, but keeps orbiting, This time closer to WASP-18.)
You think the world revolves around you, don’t you?
(WASP-18 is dumbfounded, but eventually finds the words.)
(WASP-18b, pissed, spins a little faster and closer to WASP-18. This upsets the surface of WASP-18.)
What’s the matter? Can’t handle it when someone gets too close?
Plasma tides! Plasma tides!
Don’t make excuses. You like it.
This bulge is not a good thing. You’re playing with fire.
You’re playing with fire.
I told you I needed space.
Well, help yourself. Take the whole frickin’ galaxy for all I care.
Look, we have to work together. There’s no reason why we can’t try to get along.
(WASP-18b thinks about this and spins around WASP-18 a few more times.)
You’re right. You’re right. You’re warm, you’re bright. I get attached. Stuck in my ways.
We’ll figure it out. I’m not going anywhere. And neither are you.
Yah. We’ll figure it out.
(WASP-18b orbits WASP-18 a few more times, screams and hurdles towards and grabs WASP-18)
(Blackout. We hear the sound of a planet exploding on impact into a sun.)