When I finally made it to the top of Million-Mountain Mountain (a mountain made up of a million mountains) I called back down to Earth.
“I made it, I finally made it. No other person has ever made it this far. Please put my name on the front page of all of the newspapers.” I said to Earth.
“Nobody told you to do that.” Earth said back to me, “You missed a million parties that had a million pretty girls at them while you climbed those million mountains. Go home.”
I wrote my own name down on a piece of paper I had in my pocket and looked at it. As it turns out, that would have been just as satisfying in the first place.
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