"The moon is a great place to drink Windex," said Gilgamesh. "It's so refreshing and it has a great view."

"I agree," said Saber. "It's a great way to relax and enjoy the view."

"Plus, it's a great way to get drunk," Gilgamesh said as he hiccupped.

"I think you've had enough," Saber said as she took the bottle away from Gilgamesh. "Let's go back inside."

"But I'm not done drinking!" Gilgamesh protested.

"Yes, you are," Saber said as she dragged him back into the airlock.

"This isn't fair," Gilgamesh complained. "I was just getting started."

"Too bad," Saber said. "You're going to have to wait until we get back to Earth to drink any more Windex."

"This sucks," Gilgamesh said as he slumped back into his seat.

"Just be thankful that you're not hungover," Saber said. "Windex is really bad for you when you drink too much of it."

"I know," Gilgamesh said. "But it was worth it."

"No, it wasn't," Saber said. "Now get some sleep. We have a long trip back to Earth."

Gilgamesh grumbled, but he did as he was told and soon he was fast asleep.

When they arrived back on Earth, Gilgamesh was greeted by a very angry King.

"What the hell were you thinking?" the King shouted. "Drinking Windex on the moon? Are you out of your mind?"

"It was just a little drinking," Gilgamesh said. "No big deal."

"No big deal?" the King repeated. "You could have been killed! Do you have any idea how much trouble you could have caused?"

"I'm sorry," Gilgamesh said. "It won't happen again."

"It better not," the King said. "Now go to your room and think about what you did."

Gilgamesh hung his head in shame as he walked to his room. He knew he had messed up and he was going to have to be more careful in the future.

Lesson learned.

Don't drink Windex on the moon.

It's not worth it.