Dear Supervisor Alien,
I have travelled to the moon as you asked, and guess what its not made of cheese, the disappointment that I felt when I learnt this almost killed me, I have become very depressed because all the crackers that I had to eat moon cheese with are now just a big waste. Thank you Supervisor Alien for all the false hope.
Yours, Not Sincerely Alien Warrior
Ps. It also gets very cold here at nighttime -173 degrees, and you never gave me a blanket. Your heartless.
