
A couple plays a game to decide their honeymoon. The winner gets to pick. One wants a beach island with no phones. The other wins and chooses space.
Winner picks our honeymoon. Okay, you just gotta get more balls in than the other person. Oh no, no, babe. Wait, babe, where do you wanna do the honeymoon? Stop. Whoa, whoa, you're exploding me.
I wanna go on an island.
Okay, like just an island on a beach?
Yeah, I just wanna lay on the beach.
Okay. With you. That sounds fun.
Without your phone.
Yeah, right after we get married. Without my phone. Babe. Yeah, no phone. Babe, chill. Give me a chance.
I want time with you.
Okay. I didn't even get to say what I wanted 'cause you're cooking me. Wait, what do you want? I'll tell you if I start to get more closer to winning. It doesn't even matter right now. You're cooking me.
Okay, okay, okay.
Oh, oh, is it time? Oh, the comeback. All right, I'll tell you, babe. I want, uh, to go to space.
Oh really?
Yeah.
Oh, okay.
Oh, I don't know if it's possible. Hey, Jeff Bezos, you know that like rocket that— close your ears— that looks kind of like a— that goes to space? I would love to go. Oh, oh wait, did I win? I won!










