*The Jade Winglet were stuffed in a rocket ship, heading towards on of the moons*

Kinkajou: Are we there yet?

Winter: Shut the fuck up.

Kinkajou: I'm just asking.

Turtle: Eh, it could be pretty long, Kinks. The distant between the moon and Pyrrhia is hours, maybe even days apart.

Kinkajou: Days!? But, I'm so bored!

Moonwatcher: Hey! Let's play a game. I spy with my little eye--

Winter: A empty void.

Moonwatcher: ...yeah.

Umber: How you doing, Qibli--

Qibli: *hyperventilating into a paper bug*

Winter: Oh fuck, I forgot that most SandWings develop claustrophobia!

Qibli: Excuse me! That is a harmful stereotype!

Qibli: Also, DOES IT FEEL LIKE WE'RE LOSING AIR!

Turtle: No, I think we're okay.

Qibli: I think I should go outside.

Winter: You'll die if you go out, dumbass.

Qibli: Quick! Someone make soothing sounds!

Umber: Uh, o-okay!

Umber: *makes bird noises*

Qibli: That's better...

*crash*

Qibli: What was that!?

Turtle: I think, we landed.

Winter: Everyone, put on your space suits!

Later:

*the Jade Winglet was now walking on the moon*

Kinkajou: Ooh! I feel so floaty!

Qibli: *struggling while in midair*

Qibli: AHHHHH! THIS IS SO MUCH WORSE!

*Winter hopped across the found, before planting a flag in it*

Winter: One step for man, one step for building a condo on the moon!

???: What the fuck are you doing!?

*all turned, and saw a crowd of pale glistening dragons*

Winter: Who the hell are you?

Pluto: The name's Pluto, and we're LunarWings. What are you doing, planting your junk on our land?

Winter: Hey! I marked this territory fair and square!

Pluto: Bitch, you must've bought that flag at Walmart!

Winter: Just because it's true, doesn't give you the right to assume!

Pluto: Get off our land!

LunarWings: *growls*

Qibli: Winter, these guys look serious.

Winter: Oh please, what they're gonna do--

LunarWings: *throws rocks at them*

Winter: Ow! Oh shit! Retreat! Retreat!

*the Jade Winglet retreated back into the spaceship*

Pluto: That's right!

Years later:

*Pluto was now a grandpa, sitting beside his grandchild*

Pluto: And that's how we bravely defended our lands, from the hideous aliens.

Grandchild: If you're trying to say our tribe is antisocial, you could've done so.

Pluto: Shut up, and eat your vegetables.