Andy Weir’s Less-Successful Brother

by thoughtsonthedead


“Day 41: I am still stuck in my jean jacket with no hope of rescue.”

You can take it off at any time, Bobby.

“I am alone–”

Family’s waiting in the car, Bob.

“–and have nothing to eat except the potato salad I have grown.”

It actually looks like you’re standing directly outside a restaurant.

“Tell my wife, Natasha Monster, that I love her.”

Absolutely not.

“Then I’ll get her the message using science.”

Seriously: no more movies.