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This time of year always gets me thinking about volunteering. Yes, even I can do it. Of course, you might not be surprised if I put my own special spin on it.

Helping to feed the hungry? A worthy cause but way overdone. It’s passe.

Build someone a new home? Sorry. Once there are 42 different reality shows on TV pimping the idea I’ll pass.

I need something new and trendy. I’ll volunteer, but only for something cool. You know, like me.

Wait? What’s this??? 😮

The Hundred Year Starship: The Nasa mission that will take astronauts to Mars and leave them there forever

Well played, universe. Well played! You have my attention.

So, yeah. Since I spend so much time bitching about being on the “wrong planet” and all, you might think that I’d jump at an opportunity like this.

You’d be right.

I volunteer!

You also, wisely, might think I’m too old, too ugly and too fat to qualify for a trip like this. Again, you’d be right. Except I have an ace up my sleeve. Mwuhahah.

Seriously. I can logically prove why I’m the best life form for the job. And I can even save them some money in the process.

My logic goes like this: Anyone willing to sign up and say they will go with three other human beings obviously needs to be immediately disqualified. That’s a warning sign if ever there was one.

Therefore you need someone willing to make the trip alone. Therefore you need me.

I have no use for other humans so I’m perfect. That’s a 75% savings in life support and food! (Just in time for Black Friday, too.)

So here is my “open letter” to NASA:

Dear NASA,

Please accept this as my official application to be the chief (and only) astronaut in the Mars Interplanetary Expeditionary force.

Love,

Tom B. Taker

Yes, money is a factor on this mission. For example, due to the costs involved, there will be no return trip to Earth. It is simply too expensive. So I’ll do my part and take a one-way ticket!

That’s also a 75% savings in spacesuits. A NASA spacesuit costs approximately $12 million. That might sound high, but remember: It comes with two pairs of pants.

No return trip. That’s genius. No heat shields. No space shuttle tiles. No parachutes. Someone is really thinking outside of the box.

Due to the distance, recycling on Mars will be taken to a whole new extreme. That means, among other things, that someone is going to have to drink their own pee and eat their own poop. Honestly, I can’t think of anyone better suited for the job than me.

So long, Earthlings, and thanks for all the fish!