And they lived happily ever after. Until MTV came to the moon. They brought all the music that was ever recorded to the moon, including punk rock music. Punk rock music divided the moon in half: one side was good punk rock, the other side was bad punk rock. The bad punk rockers got drunk and were high all the time and they bought cheap guitars like Epiphones all the time, while the good punk rockers knew how to work the crowd and surf the crowd and have a moshpit with minimal injuries.
One day the tension of good and bad punk rock clashed. It was brother against brother, guitars were being smashed over peoples heads everywhere, speakers were being blown out all over the place. It was complete punk rock chaos. But eventually the giant battery in the moon that gave the moonpeople electricity ran out of power. So they postponed the war so they could recharge the moon. But even before it got recharged, the bad punk rockers imploded on themselves, and were going to destroy life on the moon. But somehow they got it into their heads that Jupiter was a way better place to have punk rock concerts at, so all the bad punk rockers moved to Jupiter, thus creating the great painless punk rock purge of the moon. They were never heard from again, because they got too close to Jupiter and burned up and died. It was their destiny anyway. Bad punk rock can never last.
After the great painless punk rock purge, the moonpeople banished MTV back to the earth from whence it came from, and peace and tranquility ensured.
The End
